Incinerator

It's 7:30whatever I keep an eye on the door She traces out the familiar On someone's laminate floor And you are closing the curtains While I am sweeping the stage You are a change in the weather And it's been raining for days His body races and rumbles For you to come and collect We are a sunken cathedral Why bother holding your breath When you wake up in the morning And I am climbing the stairs And you are suffering sweetly And I am trying to care It's not enough for you Why would you suffer through It's an embarrassment I'm taking care of it It's my favorite technique for rainy days and losing sleep Just take the lighter off the shelf and set a fire to yourself Incinerator