Funeral Home - Xerxes

There’s a heartbeat in everything

And I’m holding my hands to the wall

The feeling won’t come easy

But it’s the fire underneath that I want

And I can feel the flames

Crawling their way up the sides of my throat

Its not a drink in a glass, it’s a hand on the stove

Its knowing not to come home

So when it swallows me, I hope the black cloud billows

Like the sound of sirens running through the neighborhood

So send the ashes of my bedroom to my last known address

I’ll spread the dust of my childhood over the street i’ve been left with

I’ll leave the urn open to the rain, spill it on the page

Cross out the ink of yesterday

If theres a fire left in me, pour out my contempt and wash it away

If that is all it takes to keep me at bay

I’ll smolder until the embers in my eyes fade

And if the fire shrouds this place in grey

Remind me not to look away

There’s a match behind my ribcage, desperate to catch

I’m pulling smoke from my eyelids, but tears are all that’s left

If there’s a spark left on my tongue now, I’ll feed it until it’s passed

If there’s air left in my lungs now, I’ll breathe it like my last