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
It's not a drink in a glass
It’s a hand on the stove
It's 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


Lyrics submitted by eltroyo11

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