Jack

You look pretty, covered in gasoline

With your eyes closed, is this a fever dream?

You tell me that it's over and I ask you what you mean

You don't wanna listen, you just cover your ears and scream

So I light up a fire and I'm watching as it burn

Your scream goes quiet, and it's the best thing that I've heard

I take care of your ashes, I'm just waiting for my turn

I still see you in front of me, I'm waiting for your return