The matches on the roof
are starting to burn through
trying to burn down the glass forest in my refrigerator these shoes are still addicted to the street
they've always fit so well but again
I'm late for dinner and you haven't called my name.
Don't let that tear fall for me
remember when I tried to burn the house
down you saw me in the window
I thought if these walls burned away
that I could walk forever
without making you nervous.
The forest made of glass
seems to be destroyed
but the pieces are like jigsaw puzzles
and always find their way back again
my eyes are still directed at the wall
because they've seen everything
but this paint covers too much
and the conversation's dry.
Don't let me look at the floor
I'm sorry that I never asked your advise
it doesn't mean I hate you
I thought if i just shut my mouth
that I would know everyone
I'm forgetting about myself.
I watch as you drive away slowly
a stream of tears running down your face
leaving me out in the snow
standing in your parking space.
As I walk these streets what I learn
the only way of draining out this ocean
is setting it on fire.
