Don't Forget To Set The House On Fire Before You Crawl Into Bed (House Fire)

Words like butterflies crash into my eyes

A kamakize flight right into my eyes

Words like razor blades slice into my veins

Exposing all my pain all that's left of me



When this shade of this shade of sadness





Little dead will dance again



Now i'm gone shove me away

There's nothing more or left to say

I had to live only to die

I always die