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Sunday, July 19, 2015

Where Is the Fire?

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Everyone says to forgive myself first,
but my heart is as dark as the dirt 
in your black fur 
in the deep hole
in the dark night outside
I don't want forgiveness I just wanna see you again
and I would burn in hell just to hold my friend.

If I'd got there a little bit sooner…
If I'd shut my fucking computer…
You'd still be here 
painting our house with your dander and calm.
Maybe I was trying to keep from feeling out of control
but now I would burn in hell just to feel at all.
I’m so numb I can’t resolve.
So where is the fire?
Where is the fire?
Where is the fire?
Bring me the fire.

Will you remember the middle of things?
Or will I be judged by my butcherous endings,
all clumsy and wrong?
My book-ending shame
I’d sell for a song
to sing in your name.

Where’s my heart in all this?
Is it speaking?
I’ve not heard a thing…
Am I just holding on too tight?
Or letting go too easy?
Nothing feels quite right…
my everything is freezing.

Where is the fire?
Where is the fire?
Bring me the fire.
Bring me the fire.
Where is the fire?
Where is the fire?
Where is the fire?
Where is the fire?
Where is the fire?

Where is the fire?

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