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