So some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a caging thing
Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
O and all you folks, you come to see
You just stand there in the glass looking at me
But my heart is wild. And my bones are steam
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free

How to tell if you're happy

You don't drunk cry.

Voice of reason

You were always my voice of reason,
and maybe if you were still here you would tell
me not to say these things.