Text "Lagwagon - Burn"
You won’t find me condescending at your closed door.
You won’t hear how I feel, say you’ve been there before.
The holiday’s the hardest time to fill in all the blanks,
and you don’t need anyone to show you those mistakes.
Wrap yourself up in only math of our world
Fill up the holes in your poor heart with details
For all the riddles solved and every puzzle you complete,
can’t seem to find the pieces to the heart that beats.
You master every task but always by the book,
then log it in your past with the risks that you once took.
They left you then, they’ll hurt you now!
Can’t get too close to you or you will cut them down.
And any fool can play, always mistakes with another turn,
We risk, we roll, we burn.
At arms length you never get hit--
too much to gamble when you let someone in.
My true friend, I’m spewing
And only one luck positive:
I just might spill some notable insight;
I didn’t think before I purged.
So here I am attempting to unlock your closed door.
I wouldn’t break it down, ’cause you’d be gone for sure.
You might say something nice of me and send it in a card,
or under whiskey breath slur kind words at the bar.
And you're sinking me, while you stay afloat in the tank you built.
We drop, we never learn.