Are there skeletons in the closet of your cottage in the woods
Remote and overgrown again after an excavation or two
And of course there are all those mysterious fires where they couldn’t determine a source
You said it was just some stupid kid who was known around town as a torch
I’ll travel by the light of the fire of every bridge you’ve ever burned
I don’t quite know what I’ll find, just that it’ll hurt
Did you think crying for the camera would take that feeling from your throat
There’s guilt caught in your windpipe
Cough it up or choke
Instead of sliding down the banisters now you walk down the stairs
And every room you go in is no longer filled with the glad and the scared
I’ll travel by the light of the fire of every bridge you’ve ever burned
I don’t quite know what I’ll find, just that it’ll hurt
Maybe you should fill the holes in your story instead of your glass
Worry about the whispers and not the laughs
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