Burner Off - Desa

For god’s sake open a window

The storm looks frightening through the glass

But you could use something to turn the burn off

You keep asking: how long will I last?

But you’ll never find the number amid your mess of scribbled thoughts

Peace of mind awaits you somewhere

Somewhere there flies an end to sleepless nights

Hope looks so small, but it’s up there disguised as a V in southward flight

How can you spot the subject through the smoke that cloaks the town?

How can one kid ever hope to take off from such cluttered ground?

Tangled road signs in front of you

Lost loves and other debris behind

Run fast or out of time

And with these words I thee bid goodbye

Keep your heart and eyes open wide

I promise you if I ever return, we’ll compare pictures before and after the burn

For god’s sake open a window

You’re breathing smoke instead of air

But you could use a breeze to cool the room down

You keep asking: why isn’t life fair?

But you’ll never find the answer at your local lost and found

How can one kid ever hope to take off from such cluttered ground?