Burn

You wonâ"š¬â"ž¢t find me condescending at your closed door.

You wonâ"š¬â"ž¢t hear how I feel, say youâ"š¬â"ž¢ve been there before.

The holidayâ"š¬â"ž¢s the hardest time to fill in all the blanks,

and you donâ"š¬â"ž¢t need anyone to show you those mistakes.

Wrap yourself up in only math of our world

Fill up the holes in your full heart with details

For all the riddles solved and every puzzle you complete,

canâ"š¬â"ž¢t seem to find the pieces to the heart that beats.

Youâ"š¬â"ž¢ll master every task but always by the book,

then log it in your past with risks that you once took.

They left you then, theyâ"š¬â"ž¢ll hurt you now!

Canâ"š¬â"ž¢t get too close to you or you will cut them down.

And any fool can play,

Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll raise the stakes with another turn

We risk, we roll, we burn.

At arms length you never get hit--

too much to gamble when you let someone in.

My true friend, Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m spewing

and only one more positive:

I just might spill some notable insight;

I didnâ"š¬â"ž¢t think before I purged.

So here I am attempting to unlock your closed door.

I wouldnâ"š¬â"ž¢t break it down, â"š¬â"ž¢cause youâ"š¬â"ž¢d be gone for sure.

You might say something nice of me and send it in a card,

or under whiskey breath slur kind words at the bar.

And youâ"š¬â"ž¢re sinking me,

while you stay afloat in the tank you built.

We drop, weâ"š¬â"ž¢ll never learn.