Burn

What were the chances
You weren't looking straight through me
Out of the window
Lost in a thought
That didn't include me
What are the chances
That someone thinks of me
The way I do of you

There's a truth I refuse to accept
I wish I knew what I was trying to forget

As I write these words
Are thoughts erupting within you
Of ways you could capture
How much you want me, too
With a fiery lust
That leaves me charred
On the inside and out
A living, breathing scar

Sometimes the only way
To feel any warmth is to burn
And I guess that's okay
I feel your heat
Now I'm okay



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Poehlman
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