Little Fires

We were a haze
We were lost for days that feel forever gone
Stuck in a frame
Watched it melt away as winter hurried on
Built like a blade
Carving quietly at every dying pine
Dance in the flames
siphoning your summers into mine

The still of a dream, the sting of the kerosene

Cause you lit up my soul
took it too fast, burned real slow
you don't see the little fires when you're breathing in the smoke
I was buzzing on your words
woke up sober in your shirt
You don't see the little fires when you're not the one who's burned

Cut like the cold, and every memory was too heavy to hold
Tangled your words, they made no sense to me because you hurt me first
The still of a dream, the sting of the kerosene

Can you hear me now, can you see me now?
Brightest just before we burn out