Fire

What fire behind my eyeballs
My thoughts are turning tribal
I wanna protect you with my chest

Anything glass or wooden
Could crack what my skull couldn't
My fists are crippled closed for good

I don't know how they keep their heads cool buried in snow

Apologies resounding
But I feel your lips around him
I wanna be in his head
While his thoughts are inside you
I could too, I would even like to
What you can't remember I can't forget

I've got drugs all around the household
But nothing left with which to kill mold
I've got friends but I never call them
I've invented a drinking problem
When I dry up I'll kick it
But there's always a little bit left



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Fahey
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