Butane

Did I leave on the stove
Cause the room smells just like butane
And I'm sweating through my clothes
I think I'd better go
I'll climb on the fire escape
Before this whole thing blows

Oh, I'm so tired of talking
My head feels lighter than a cloud
If I say one more wrong thing
I'm gonna burn this place to the ground

Do I smell smoke
Cause I'm coughing up ashes
And I'm bleeding from my throat

Oh, I'm so tired of talking
I'm charring up the walls
If I say one more wrong thing
We're gonna watch this whole place fall

Watch how fast it can all go up in flames
Nothing left but the chimney
And a metal bed frame
Your voice is sirens cutting through the rain
Wish that I could control the things that I say
Wish that I could keep the fire
In the fireplace
Your voice is sirens cutting through the rain
And I'm afraid
There's nothing left to save
There's nothing left to save
No, There's nothing to save



Credits
Writer(s): Josiah Drew
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