Written by Ash Wednesday
"We don't talk anymore..."
But I drunk texted you two Wednesdays ago
You'll set yourself on fire
Just so he can keep warm
The coldness I've read and received
Does nothing to put my mind at ease
I miss you fuck'in terribly
But you never showed you gave a shit about me
Warmth was never something I've received
Just read about and witnessed in books and movies
But pass me the matchsticks
And I'll start something real quick
And you can have the very last of my nerves
And let's light this all on fucking fire
What a destructive force we can be
For all that quiet energy we carry separately
I hope someone somewhere is enjoying the fire that I have invoked
I hope you're treating them better than you treat yourself
But I come from a pessimistic and doubtful upbringing such as yourself
Hack me to pieces extract all of my dopamine
Sipping tirelessly at anything containing trace amounts of caffeine
I am tired of mirroring a mirror
Its weirdly reflective and I am tired of cycling
Pending processed nothing's happening just left on read and idling.
I am pretty sure I've done this before but it wasn't like this.
Would you like to set yourself on fire for a bit
Just to feel a little bit
Tried to build up a resistance to you
But my body is burning the fuck up.
Why didn't you say all that out loud
You could have just saved myself the trouble and called.