Arsonists Are Flammable

My mouth opened up and found words today
[They were lost in songs and syllables
A hymn echoing the miserable confusion]
You won’t ever hear one sound of it
[Won’t ever hear a sound]
You’ll just cut short, turn back and walk away
I’ll trace your steps in gasoline
The words ignite, explode, they’re following you home

I’m chasing cars and living through these intersections
I’m cutting deals with a martyr with a switchblade handshake

Now tell me heart, are you tired of beating?
[Actually I’m tired of being beaten]
And tell me throat, are you tired of speaking?
[No not at all, I’m just tired of screaming]

Am I breathing you in?
Because I’m not breathing you out
You’ve settled in my chest
I won’t let you go again
[Don’t hold your breath]
The needle and the thread will pin you down beneath the things you said

Can you reflect the way I look at you?
Do you see me at all?

Dancing in kerosene, stealing the spotlight
And in the heat of the moment I’ll explode
[Don’t worry, I’ll hold the photo albums]

Can you just reflect the way I look at you?

Burn, burn, burn, burn
Light up that pretty face like the sun
I'll burn to light up that pretty face like the sun