Woke up to a fire in my room
I began to fan the flames
To engulf myself till nothing but my spirit remained
Spontaneous and crude
My wooden heart ablaze
The sticks and stones that are my bones are all that will remain

So tell me if you’re sorry
Or if I am to blame
I’m talking to myself
But I’ve got nothing to say
So will we ever change this?
Or just stay the same?
Talking to myself
I got nothing to say

Woke up to a fire in my room
So I began to fan the flames
To engulf myself till nothing but my ashes remained
Spontaneous and crude
My wooden heart ablaze
The sticks and stones that are my bones are all that will remain

So tell me if you’re sorry
Or if I am to blame
I’m talking to myself but I’ve got nothing to say
So will we ever change this?
Or just stay the same?
I’m talking to myself but I’ve got nothing to say

This perpetual conversation
Never-ending questioning
I’m running out of room to grow in
At least you’re outside, still waiting

I pass out with your body on my mind
I’m lonesome but I’m safe
I long to rest upon your breasts, sobriety is pain
Alone amongst all these souls
I wonder if they’re the same
Debating with themselves, confusion in their veins

So tell me if you’re sorry
Or if I am to blame
I’m talking to myself but I’ve got nothing to say
So will we ever change this?
Or just stay the same?
I’m talking to myself but I’ve got nothing to say

This perpetual conversation
Never-ending questioning
I’m running out of room to grow in
At least you’re outside, still waiting

And I know myself
Not the way that you all do
And I’ll save myself
And about forget you