Let me know with a small flare, with a tiny spark
How far out have I drifted from my arcane start?
I crash, dissolve
You constrict my paper skin.
I reveal my house of cards
And you're the wind.
'Cause, I'll never hold a candle to
anything that I built before you
cast your eyes down, so unmoved.
And the jaded quiet cuts right through.
released July 30, 2013