I wish I didn't let you play the hero

Our building burning, I stood here frozen up

Holding onto what was holding up

We barely staggered out the blaze before the place folded up

Back into the landscape, black and grey

The place flattened like greasy paper plates, post-festival

The blues briefly satiated by beautiful dusk

A cutie tried to hit me with the cocoa butter uppercut, but

Tough love only love if it heals you 'cause

Wrap my hands in ink soaked bandages

Practised my guard, I keep it up

Still knowing only open palms can be receiving love

Maybe the burn scars don't heal if they're deep enough

Peaks and valleys in my flesh, tectonic shifts in my rough

Smoke in my lungs, smoke in my lungs

I'm licking my wounds, coughing toxic up

When I'm done I can speak sweeter stuff

Blood on my tongue, blood on my tongue

Maybe the burn scars don't heal if they're deep enough

Peaks and valleys in my flesh tectonic shifts in my rough

Smoke in my lungs, smoke in my lungs

I'm licking my wounds, coughing toxic up

When I'm done I can speak sweeter stuff

Blood on my tongue, blood on my tongue

I smelled it before it started, the whole place darkened

The sun blocked out black marker

The smoke wrote, "Goodbye for now," on the horizon

Sheets pulled over our heads at midnight

But the ghost stories weren't funny this time

You named it the second you realised

Like flames had sprung from your tongue, like pain had caught alight

Like yesterday's patience had grown thin and it came to reclaim the light

Our house burning, turning to dust in front of our eyes

You grabbed the photos, grabbed the cash

I grabbed the house and held on tight

Maybe the burn scars don't heal if they're deep enough

Peaks and valleys in my flesh, tectonic shifts in my rough

Smoke in my lungs, smoke in my lungs

I'm licking my wounds, coughing toxic up

When I'm done I can speak sweeter stuff

Blood on my tongue, blood on my tongue

Maybe the burn scars don't heal if they're deep enough

Peaks and valleys in my flesh tectonic shifts in my rough

Smoke in my lungs, smoke in my lungs

I'm licking my wounds, coughing toxic up

When I'm done I can speak sweeter stuff

Blood on my tongue