Fire, Walk with Me

How can we forgive ourselves? For what we have become? How should we bear this burden? Displace the things we've done? I loved you so fucking much It nearly lasted a lifetime Fuck! I scratched my heart out Just to watch it bleed I wish I was kerosene Just to set myself on fire I wish I was kerosene I'd burn all we've edified I wish I was kerosene Plain to set your world on fire I wish I was kerosene Just to feed the flames And a bottle of whiskey later I can still recall the shape of your face While I forgot my way home While I forgot my own fucking name While I forgot my own fucking name Who even calls this place home? In the best case it's a grave with a view I was never really here But the streets still seem to know my name Stay! Never mind the emptiness! Leave! Fire walks with me! You kept a lot of secrets And I kept none I wish I could go back And keep some I usually keep my sadness Pent up deep inside Where it can fester quietly To become mental illness You were so fucking afraid You might be living a lie Oh, poor you I may have lived like twenty I wish I was kerosene Just to set myself on fire I wish I was kerosene I'd burn all we've edified I wish I was kerosene Plain to set youself on fire I wish I was kerosene At least to feed the flames This will never be about life Always about love and death These are the only things That make me write The things that let me bleed That let me starve The soil below me whispers my name and suggests: You are done here, come home now Face the triangle of growth, decline and decay Cause the harder you struggle The tighter the noose! The tighter the noose!