Campfire

Throw me in the campfire I want to be touched

Get me through the long pause, we're leveling up

Floral printed patterns in the mirror you're a cool color rush

Speak to me in languages we learned before we had the words that made us question if we're enough

There ain't no light on its own, no light owned

I'm just a shape on your phone, your favorite ghost

Lying in the wet tent, wondering why

Wasting every off day, it's probably fine

No one ever wanted to feel threatened by what entered their minds

Do not give us more than we can handle or remove us from the fabric that's controlling our time