With a light of this match, I could burn this place to the ground Then fire engines'd scream down crowded streets onto the scene And then I'd make it rain And numb myself to never say your name That I've muttered in anger Said with confusion Laughed over nervously Said without sympathy I'm not shedding tears for you All those lonely nights that I said Feels like I might as well be dead No more smiles, revolving like turnstyles No more deliberation, analytical creations I'm incapable A predepressionist This is delivered with courage Muddled in tension Lashed out in honesty Someone come and save me I'm dying to tell you This kills it forever, it was already dead I'm dying to tell you This kills us forever, we were already dead And I'm just fine I haven't called you but I haven't had the time Thoughts are stale I've been revolving like turnstyles