I was the match and you were the rock, Maybe we started this fire, We sat apart and watched, All we had burned on the pyre

These are the days that bind you together, forever and these little things define you forever

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve and I have always buried them deep beneath the ground

does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

All this bad blood here

Won’t you let it dry?

It’s been cold for years

Won’t you let it lie?

Things we lost to the flames / Things we’ll never see again

does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?