i should be 40 miles out already

come on over, i need your help

help me get the courage to be the change

the changes i want to see

help me get the courage

to burn the house down

the embers falling will be the impetus

to get out of the hole these walls hide poorly

i don't want to be around long enough

to see the ashes falling lightly

i should be 40 miles out already

no one wants this more than me. except you.

or so i am hoping to hear.

open the door and let me fly through

my feet are so sore already from the waiting

my heart is so tired of being torn and waiting

the match is lit and the papers are set

the matches lit and the papers go up first

warming the fuel in my head, in my skin

answer the call i send out daily to you

filling the answering machine daily for you

i still feel the fire in my skin

i still hear my lungs screaming for
oxygen deprivation

i get from running
so hard