Funeral Pyre

I wake up with the same pain every night
Digging a hatchet into my left side
Clearing my chest for something to burn
Ash for a decorative urn you keep in your mantlepiece
Like a trophy for everything that withers eventually (ooh)

Call me a coward, but I'm too scared to leave
'Cause I want you to be the last thing that I see
Come on, call me a coward 'cause I'm too scared to leave
Watched you pouring lighter fluid out onto the leaves
And I would have loved you with a dying fire
Let you smother me down to the embers
Frost bite turning my limbs as black as cinder
A funeral pyre

And I would've stayed if you'd asked me to
Stood outside 'til my lips turned 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
There's nothing that we could do, ooh