take this match and light yourself on fire... my friend.
we
are all scared of tomorrow and im scared for you.
im in the parking lot
waiting for your return, my shoulders bend slightly, my head peering
down, looking at the pebbles, watching the wind go by, reminds me of a friday, as it
carried the
weight of a year, ive become colder now, and i still dont stand erect, but always swaying
leaning
and praying for your safety, the morning finds me here, i dont know why, but im standing
below
this summer time sky, watching it build around me and fall... walk away, walk away, from
your memory, thats what im supposed to do, like they taught us and i know we're supposed
to be here now, talking about our lovers, music, and billy, but they still tell me to walk
away, thats what im supposed to do walk away... i light a cigarette as the sun finds my
forehead, i pray that i could take this match and light my self on fire, and if thats all
it took maybe i would be with you maybe i would see you. but im laying down the rest of my
life now, im the music, and you're all we want to hear...
and i tell everyone its inside of me, i tell everyone i can hear, i can hear you...
the store lights turn on for another day to begin, the children pass me
by, a woman stares, whispers
to her partner and then continues on without contrition, i don't know how i can walk
away...
