Funeral Pyre

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Julien Baker

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I wake up with the same pain every night
Digging a hatchet in my left side
Clearing my chest of something to burn
Ash for a decorative urn you keep on your mantelpiece
Like a trophy for everything
That withers eventually

Call me a coward, but I'm too scared to leave
'Cause I want you to be the last thing I see
Call me a coward, but I'm too scared to leave
Watched you pouring lighter fluid out onto the leaves
And I would've loved you with the dying fire
Let you smother me down to the embers
Frostbite turning my limbs as black as cinder of funeral pyre

And I would have stayed if you asked me to
Stood outside till my lips turn blue
I wouldn't have blamed you
For leaving me there on the porch while you drank gasoline
'Cause it's what you needed so bad

And it's true
It's nothing that we could do