Things we lost to the flames. Things we'll never see again. All that we've amassed. Sits before us, shattered into ash. . These are the things. The things we lost.
These streets are yours, you can keep them. I don't want them. They pull me back, and I surrender. To the memories I run from. . Oh, we have paved these streets.
There's an albatross around your neck,. All the things you've said,. and the things you've done,. Can you carry it with no regrets,. Can you stand the person you've become,.