To Find Solace Timid Fire
In these checkered past few months
I found it hard to pen or chisel the things I thought
It took me a long while
To grasp this puzzling sorry plight you put me through;
Despite your silence of non answer;
I ain't gonna let this slide on me
Like it wasn't enough to pierce my taciturnity and drive me loopy
Timid fire
That's what I am
The burning tip of your cigarette
In these checkered past few days
I'm tryna coax your heart back to its place
Show me your true colors
I'm wrapped in blankets biding my time to shine again
With tear-stained cheeks, yeah
With scratchy eyes, yeah
And with many worry lines on my face
As I cup my coarse hands 'round my mouth;
As I tryna cut all ties to mill around
My heart's still racing on the shreds of our dying fire
Timid fire
That's what I am
Please, nod me in
Because
There's just a little timid fire in my mind
The wind is blowing me the wrong way in my life
I just need to stop victimizing myself
Please, meet my eyes
As long as you're sorry
I'm just a little timid fire in my mind
I need to wither in the water and dye with your colors
And now I'm posing as ghost in your retina
Don't turn your eyes;
Don't close your eyes
I'm hounding you anyway
Tell me that every dark cloud has a silver lining
