I am stopping by to tell you Iâll be leaving here for good.
To go back to where I came from like you always said I should.
And I would be a liar if I said that I was fine.
Since you opened up my head and lost some of my mind.
Iâve been a fool.
Iâve been full of you.
Iâve been lying here so long I donât know who Iâm lying to.
But Iâm set on fire in spite of you.
And I will burn another bridge and hope the river burns up to.
When Iâm gone, youâll be gone too.
Our hands are stained the color of the sky above our heads with things we havenât done and words we havenât said.
Still the pain will come as some surprise.
When you burn a bridge the smoke gets in your eyes.
The ashes blow away.
Trailing sheets of rain all along the interstate and somewhere into space.
Iâve got no place for ashes anyway
