Combustion Therapy

Beneath the grief
Allow myself a melody
I'd never heard of what that was
Under your feet
I knew myself in misery
But I couldn't calculate the loss

I bore the ocean's weight that night

She asked to see
A thing I'd lost to memory
I'd never felt that kind of pain
A piece of self
Brandished by somebody else
At least I felt something again

I think it's here
The surface clear
I'm healed enough
To light it up

And you told me my songs were self plagiarism
And now you wonder why I've got imposter syndrome
But I won't serve to satisfy
We're past your toxic
Now we're drenched in venom
I got an immolation survey and a place you can send them
A blaze beneath the open sky

Treasured love beheld the rite
Burn, rebuild by firelight

A combustion reaction
The product is joy
No wasting some time on some pedestrian boy
I won't serve to satisfy
I've had my fill of your gruesome detention
I got a rhythm to feel that deserves my attention
A dance I've lately been denied