I can’t believe that I’m alone.
I’ve spent six weeks trying to get you home.
I put my head within a plastic sack,
at least that’s something that I have.
I try hard just to let it go,
a false feeling that I am whole.
I spent my time on something dumb,
I’m waiting for you to tell me wrong.
I just can’t stand that this is real.
When I was young there were better days.
I feel I’ve died in every way,
I look around and there is no
Light the fire the attic inside is wrong.
I know now that I am not strong
I took a match, and lit your home,
I hope now that you’re alone.
I can’t believe that I’m alive.
The city turned as I feared the sky.
No great god put his hate on me,
I guess I am just as a tragedy.
I let it go to see it fly,
‘I will return’ well you lied.
Its the greater days I think I’m sane,
as I sit and wait only for the rain.
I just can’t stand that this is real.
When I was young there were better days.
I feel I’ve died in every way,
I look around and there is no
Light the fire the attic inside is wrong.
I know now that I am not strong
I took a match, and lit your home,
I hope now that you’re alone.
