Time is a warp
A distorted medley of lives and limbs
People that fit together almost impeccably, like a puzzle
But with bent corners and mind pieces
Missing from action
We scorch and turn in our narrow graves
In our own ways
And if you’re still here, you’re going to burn
Got to let it go
Funny how words can make you lose it
And actions still make you stay
There’s nothing quite like it, feeling
Burn, even when it hurts
You’re still here, you’re going to burn
Got to let it go
