Burning down the house again

burning in the autumn wind

aint that comical, sympathetic, beautiful


watch the roof become a blade

caving in on what i made

its just so logical, tragic, magic, pitiful


tell everyone that you know

that i wont be coming around no more

tell everyone i'll be fine

but i had to get out of here sometime


sinking on a crowded ship

reaching out to next of kin

call me cynical but i'd rather die alone


when the water reached the deck

i had lost my self-respect

don't get personal, apathetic, critical


mourning what has come and gone

is healthy only for so long

call me terrible but i'm trying to move on


use what's left of love to give

find another life to live

overcome the pain and become the razor blade