Won’t Stay Lit

Do you know the heaven I know; the internal seed?
Have you seen the angels' wings or your own halo?
Don't look to me. See yourself. Take the blame now
The red glow, like a struck match; your raging inferno won't stay lit

The second hand is not a friend to me or you
As you get away with all that you can, you're losing me
There's a headstone on the grass, waiting for you
All of your flickering and smoldering may strike a blaze, but won't stay lit

Your young face and bright eyes are lost behind the deep lines
Your pink lips and half smile and blood flows like raging fire that won't stay lit