“How could you joke at a time like this?” I think that all you really ever wanted was a reason
B flat
These words scrawled hastily upon my soul Embedded in the empty spaces Where you used to be I’ve heard it
Tongue Twisted
I’ve gotten good at making up metaphors I’ve gotten good at stretching the truth out of proportion And all these
Burning
I am the forest fire And I am the fire And the forest And I am a witness watching it