Turnstyles

With a light of this match

I could burn this place to the ground

Then fire engines would scream

Down crowded streets onto the scene

And then I'd make it rain

And numb myself to never say your name

That i've uttered in anger, said with confusion

Laughed over nervously, said without sympathy

I'm not shedding tears for you

All those lonely nights that I've said

Feels like I might as well be dead

No more smiles revolving like turnstiles

No more deliberation, analytical creations

I'm incapable, a predepressionist

This is delivered with courage, muddled in tension

Lashed out in honesty, someone come and save me

I'm dying to tell you

This kills it forever, it was already dead

I'm dying to tell you

This kills it forever, it was already dead

And I'm just fine

I haven't called you but I haven't had the time

Thoughts are stale

I've been revolving like turnstiles