Текст I Am King – The Wreck

Right now
I’m on the outs
I can’t breathe
I cannot cleanse my soul

It’s not a matter of fate
It’s just a question of time
You give me space and I take miles
All the crossroads I’ve denied
Why do I keep doing this to myself?

I keep on setting fires

You think I’d learn by now
But the chaos helps me sort things out
At a point of contention between faith and doubt
Mental drought

I keep on setting fires
And everything around me burns
Choking on the ashes of my past

I know
You know
That I know
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I’m a wreck
I am a wreck
And I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe

Maybe someday I’ll change and grow out of this phase
And use the tears to extinguish the flames

But I’m on the outside
Looking in

I keep on setting fires
I keep on setting fires
I can’t stop
No I can’t stop myself from losing grip
I keep on setting fires
I keep on setting fires
I can’t stop
No I can’t find my own way out of this hole

The wreckage of my broken soul
Litters the streets of the town that I love
And oh
Winter brings pain you’ll never know
Grieving it after the snow begins to fall

I can’t stop setting those fires

The wreckage of my broken soul
Litters the streets of the town that I love
Moving too fast but I think too slow
I need the heat
I don’t need the cold

I can’t stop setting those fires