Why are you doing this?
I see a fire inside of you
And you keep a bottle of gasoline by your bed

Why are you doing this?
You see a fire inside of her
And you chop wood at midnight

Why are you doing this?
You would rather burn before a mirror
Burn before daylight dulls your brightness
Burn her before everyone finds out
Burn me if I get too close

I ran to the silver lake alone
Alone at the bottom, sobbing
It doesn’t have to be like this 


But it is