The Auditor

Life often asks to be bittersweet
Ask it for stories it'll give you three
Now that your gaze is averted from the walls
I'll have you know

The paperwork
Didn't write itself
And I'm clearly running out of shelves
To hold accounts of every spell
I bought into and hurt myself
And now I'm frozen
On the floor

You looked me straight in my darkened eyes
The void in them yawns at your silver line
But you have my gaze now averted from the walls
Said "I'll have you know

The paperwork
Didn't write itself
You wrote these stories on the shelf
And you blame me and everyone
You didn't stop at twenty-one
It's getting old, and when we're gone
Who's left to hold the smoking gun?
You choose what you look for
And what's that done?"

(Get up, get up son)
You've got work to do
(Get up, get up son)
Don't let your heart be hardened
By the pen and paper's rules
Just burn it down
(Get up, get up son)
Light a match on fire
(Get up, get up son)
This kindling that adorns your wall
Will keep you warm tonight
Just burn it down
You wanted a new fire
Well here it is
Just burn it down



Credits
Writer(s): Eli Ordonez
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