Girl from the way you held my shaking body
I knew there was no pressure to say sorry
Ejecting all the loneliness by feeling loved
Press me to the ground, show me heaven’s not above.

After that, heaven might be a moment
Or a momentary lapse of self-hatred and shame
I’ll take it cuz when I was down there I realized
I got a knife from hell’s kitchen swallowed deep inside.

I take it out to protect myself and innocence like some people did me wrong and I need revenge
So just in case we run into each other, the blade sharpened in my abdomen over the summer.

But when the mercy is found, the story is gone, love is revealed, no need to say sorry, I was wrong.

No apologies or poison to guzzle down,
Cuz looking back I see I’ve done that run around.

Last time it had me run right outta town.

Dude from the way you pressed my quaking chest,
Felt like we were running through a war zone
With no vest, no weapons, only courage and faith
That one day I’ll get out my own way.

Running through the windows leaving glass impressions,
Real time results of making glass decisions,
Shared the sorrow and the crazed imagination,
Screamed your name so I’m glad you listened.

Hate is found adjacent to forgiveness and patience,
It’s taken me so long to see they’re all related
And acceptable to feel and feel them fade too,
They come alive again under the same table,

Under the smile.
The pain, the desire for people to feel it with me,
Building on the Right Fire.
No more sad smoke or gasoline to drink down,
Looking back they were thoughts I would think aloud.

Building on the Right Fire.