The Young Arsonist Lyrics - Desa

Ex girls floating in jars of formaldehyde 

Their once magic eyes no longer seem alive 

It's time I set all my half-written songs on fire 

and feed my dreadful poems to the flames 

Why am I keeping all these memories on ice? 

Do I really believe their pulses might return? 

It's time to torch the piles of extinct fantasies 

To detonate and wheel and run while they burn 

A knife to drive into the hearts of prior I's 

It's for the better 

Bid them so long 

The moments they lived, 

right or wrong, are gone forever 

I'll be something new without them 

Staring sculptures of my former favorite friends 

Their once laughing voices faint and distant now 

I'm weary with the weight of my previous life 

I want to push it from a plane and watch it crash down 

Laid out side by side those phases with their eyes closed 

Laid out in a line my dying boys all wave goodbye