Funeral Pyre

I wake up with the same pain every night Digging a hatchet into my left side Clearing my chest for something to burn Ash for a decorative urn you keep in your mantlepiece Like a trophy for everything that withers eventually (ooh) Call me a coward, but I'm too scared to leave 'Cause I want you to be the last thing that I see Come on, call me a coward 'cause I'm too scared to leave Watched you pouring lighter fluid out onto the leaves And I would have loved you with a dying fire Let you smother me down to the embers Frost bite turning my limbs as black as cinder A funeral pyre And I would've stayed if you'd asked me to Stood outside 'til my lips turned blue I wouldn't have blamed you for leaving me there on the porch While you drank gasoline 'cause it's what you needed so bad And it's true There's nothing that we could do, ooh