I should fill my arms with roses
Well
Like moths to flames
Dancing in circles
Walk away, don’t turn
Pretending not to burn
Spiraling backwards where I belong
Fire on the roof
Should I feed my heart
With thorns again
Time is cruel sometimes
And you are no wrong
I can’t read my lines
I’m giving up, I’m dry
Crucify myself, but will I recall?
Fire on the roof
Blinding shiny eyes
The arrow’s dead
Tigers’ scratching but
The flames are ahead
Run away, don’t turn
Be careful not to fall
Saffron flowers leave traces on their own
Fire on the roof