The first time I caught Fire.

I'm wearing boots, still I'm running on nothing but caffeine and fumes and all these memories of you.

Tired.

So tired of this hot and cold and nobody knows which way they went, or which way to go.

Yesterday I....

Lost a glove, lost my mind, lost a few good friends of mine.

The explosions don't feel or sound so bad.. When you're inside them..

Singing and dreaming and sweating and screaming.

As we dance to the rhythm of machine gun drums.

And drones.