The girl you used to tease is
rolling up her sleeves
She finds everything she needs
in the pages of the books she reads
So angry all she tastes is flame
Her heart it churns in beats like trains
What you do and don't believe,
doesn't mean a thing to me
Who we "are," to some degree,
are the promises we choose to keep
We will speak before we know
Will we reach but never go?
We are all flame
Take drugs and stay awake for days