Building a fire,
You can’t be afraid of the flames.
It’s not that it doesn’t hurt anymore,
It’s that I know I can’t let that stop me.
There are things,
There are things you rip yourself up for.
There are things,
There are things worth more.
Whiskey bottles and guilt swaddles;
I don’t want to go into therapy again.
There are things,
There are things you rip yourself up for.
It isn’t beautiful,
And I don’t want you to understand.
I just want you to understand.
There are things,
There are things worth more.
Building a fire,
You can’t be afraid of the flames.
