Fire, Walk with Me - Harakiri for the Sky

How can we forgive ourselves?

For what we have become?

How should we bear this burden?

Displace the things we’ve done?

I loved you so fucking much

It nearly lasted a lifetime

Fuck!

I scratched my heart out

Just to watch it bleed…

I wish I was kerosene, just to set myself on fire

I wish I was kerosene, I’d burn all we’ve edified

I wish I was kerosene, plain to set your world on fire

I wish I was kerosene, just to feed the flames

And a bottle of whiskey later

I can still recall the shape of your face

While I forgot my way home

While I forgot my own fucking name

While I forgot my own fucking name

Who even calls this place home?

In the best case it’s a grave with a view

I was never really here

But the streets still seem to know my name