The fire is visceral
Whiskey is murky; filthy
I am tangled
I danced to all the tunes and still come out going in
And well, there is no one there in the wind
Not a one but me
I purge to accept this to be
Rebelling and a stubborn soul
The fire is low
And so I wonder how it feels
How does it stay alive
When I’m soft
Him virile
With molded melodies
Let’s make passion out of ash
Let’s pretend I didn’t say what I said
I wanna be like fire too
Don’t you?
