I’ve burnt bridges.
There I said it.
The fires that smolder around me are all my fault.
Burnt bridges falling into thick slow rivers
And I’m holding the matches.
So how do I phrase this right…
I need to see smoke in my rearview.
I need to see the signals they make
So I know where I’m headed.
Because I’m never going to rebuild them.
I’ve spent my whole life playing with matches
Praying someday I’d have the courage to burn them down.
And now they’re just ashes and twigs
But I need to see them behind me to know what I really did.
So I’m sorry but I need out.
Out as fast as possible.
So I can see the way the smoke curls around the moon
Whispering words that make it swoon.