t w e l v e: indignation
all I could feel was the fire
consuming every part of me
the feel of anger, hurt, hatred, betrayal
because you promised me
you'd love me until the day we died - the day you died
because I was already dead
and you were meant to save me
but you went off and fucked around with some girls
so I'm so very sorry for driving up to your house
and letting the fire char my soul
my burnt personality cracking and breaking off of my body
as I egged your house
leaning against my car when I'd finished
staring at my masterpiece
and lit a smoke to salute how we
were never to meet again
I'm sorry
I thought I'd put out the cig
I thought the flame was dead
but it wasn't, I guess
and neither was the heat inside of me
sparking up a wild disaster
because I guess this was us -
a savage, huge mistake that fate had slipped up and created
bringing everything down with us in destruction
