Pyre

Pyre.

I want to give you the parts that hurt,

Parts that bleed,

And the parts that don't.

I don't know whose voice I have,

The optimist

Or

The realist.

I feel numb when I wake again,

There's no-one there but it's closing in.

In me build a Pyre,

Alight this holy fire.

Pyre.

I'm always looking for something else,

But it's too late now.

'Cause I don't know what it feels like.

The way I was, the way I am,

Is something I don't want to be again.

The Pyre climbs,

To reset,

Make me new.

I feel numb when I wake again,

There's no-one there but it's closing in.

In me build a Pyre,

Alight this holy fire.