The Fire Sermon

Today is the anniversary of the day that you should have been born

Nobody ever taught me healthy habits or how to mourn

Standing by the ocean I have waited with your ashes scattering

I'm throwing salt into the sea

The burden of your death like a boulder on my chest

A wet blanket keeping just warm enough to stay alive but still suffering

Emptiness is all I can feel

There's nothing in this world that feels real

I cannot stop obsessive thoughts fixated on what I have lost

How will I ever learn to heal?

The birds still sing in the cemеtery and the flowers still bloom

How do I bury somеone that I never even got to know

I will circle myself in salt and burn incense to preserve this sense of fleeting innocence

I just want my mental health to be my greatest wealth

I don't ever want to be this low again

Emptiness is all I can feel

There's nothing in this world that feels real

I cannot stop obsessive thoughts fixated on what I have lost

How will I ever learn to heal?

I try so hard to not be aware that everyone I love can disappear

I hear footsteps in the night, I swear I see your face

I clutch the clothes that we bought for you that you'll never wear

Emptiness is all I can feel

There's nothing in this world that feels real

I cannot stop obsessive thoughts fixated on what I have lost

How will I ever learn to heal?

Emptiness is all I can feel

There's nothing in this world that feels real

I cannot stop obsessive thoughts fixated on what I have lost

How will I ever learn to heal?