Packed ready to go,
In the unique way she phrased it, I knew it was our time to burn
Out of place,
From the bottom scraped like resin,
I was lit and sent into emissions
“I guess I’ll never know the ground”

Screaming, nobody had the mind to stop the fire she lit,
An altered state of mind,
Burning, my body was decreasing in mass

She had packed, dressed head to toe,
In the unique way she left it, I knew our time was burned out of days
From the bottom I had to come back,
I must admit I went to admissions,
“I guess I will find the found”

Screaming, she had the mind to be resound,
And alter my state
Burning, the town went to mass