I wouldn't mind if you left me here
Standing on the other side of a locked door in a big, big fire
There comes a time when you decide if you fight it off or learn to die, I'm fine
This city curls itself around me
It pries apart so it can see what you and I have taken
But it hasn't taken anything, anything
I couldn't lie if I wanted to cause I all want to do is hide out away from you
If it's white and it's piled high enough so I can float like smoking paper
You can stay, or you can breathe, two or three until you make it to the street
You can wait and you can scream but that won't keep you from burning, burning, burning
I wouldn't mind if you left me here burning
