scratch - spark - flame
i didn't worry when i let my things stay longer than i did
i thought i'd be back to collect someday
i realize my mistakes, and there were many
i wonder if you will box or bag them
i will have no regrets when this ends
i've burned no bridges
you stand there behind your smiling mask
with a match to the strip
scratch - spark - flame
and burn me to the ground
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