The Arsonist -

Daydreams and contraceptives when all I’m left here with is an insatiable

passion to procreate

Well, I feel justified in thinking I’ve wasted my time bending and breaking

house rules

So, like an addict with their supply cut off:

Bloodshot eyes and manic thoughts

I’ll stay up all night thinking of you

Introspective at best;

I’ll put my conscious to the test

And we both know how things will turn around

Agreed upon to lean upon piano keys

You and me in these desecrated days

Burns in the carpet are all that’s left behind in the wake of the paradigm of

youthful self-righteousness and bad attitudes that couldn’t save us from the

wolves

So, just between this twin bed and the floor, my dreams don’t live here anymore;

just butchered prose and double standards

Introspective at best;

I’ll put my conscious to the test

And we both know that things will turn around

Agreed upon to lean upon piano keys

You and me in these desecrated days

I’ve been torn between high roads and low roads, burning desires and irrational

fears, but I found solace in their contrast, and comfort in context of

formative years

When we agreed upon to lean upon piano keys

You and me in those desecrated days