It's a picture show in my head
The film is all scarred and yellow with ages
The fire kissed boy never grew into his hands
In old age he's huffing and desperate again

It's the wreck left by the recklousness
Trynta dig the coin out of the consequence
Sick with the gloom, led by a hook in your lip
No words fit your mouth cept the ones you'll regret

Cuz the wildfire comes to tear up your crop
And where once bloomed zelias
Is a blackened charcoal plot
War memorial

Now i'm scribbling
Just before bed
Said that i was spit out ugly
This expired version
I got no roserie
No room to pretend
Can't speak from my sleeve
It's too complicated