I can see them all my faults, but you can only see where I begin to start.
And I've been trying to show my work, but that's my least favorite part.
What if the sun became a shooting star, and gave us one last wish to have,
and you and I were all that's left, this is not a fear trap
I've been trying to take the life I've found,
and make a fire out of all that's left, but I keep getting burned...
