Firewood

I don’t know if you got
my deep state of confusion.
I got a bit carried away.
That’s plenty wreckage,
I’m trying to stick to illusion.
’Cause I forgot about what to say

If I choke on a bad call
and it all seems faded.
You’re bound to clear it all,
my airwaves aided
You carry 360 sight but keep things on the
periphery shaded.

That’s pretty good firewood
for a life long love song

You paint the picture vividly,
way too calm but skillfully.
And I’ll decorate the room instead,
with every thought that’s in my head

Well I’m the bigger drama creator
and you’re the confusion translator.
And i just need to step outside and hide

If I choke and just fall
and it all seems faded
You’re bound to clear it all, my airwaves aided.
I’m truly where I belong and
I’m trying to frame that in a song.
And so I should. It’s understood.
Firewood!

You’re way to ahead of yourself to leave any of the doors barricaded.
It’s understood. Firewood