I couldn’t figure you out, so I left you alone,
And this blistering doubt in the emptiest home
Always finds its way back as if it never got lost,
And this will that I lack means I’ll never stop paying the cost.
Was it just the wrong time to watch the fires burn?
And as the wind picks up, the directions turn.
With these stakes in the ground, I have become disconnected
To this ghost of a town, and the memories selected
Only to push me around. Oh, now I get the feeling
That the jewel in your crown is a beauty that’s fleeting.
Was it just the wrong time to watch the fires burn?
And as the wind picks up, the directions turn.
And now you’re screaming at the bridges that you have burned.
…you have burned.