Pissing on Bonfires / Kissing with Tongues - Meursault

I will build myself a home

Out of the cinders and the dust

I won’t surface for a year

I’ll drink rainwater from my cup

And I will dream a whole new scenery

So far from what I love

To see myself in dreams just standing

Staring at these doors long shut

And I will count my fucking blessings

That I am even here at all

And I’ll take comfort in each misery

I’ll cherish each stumble, each fall’s

A little closer to the beginning

To the start of every song

That sleeps so silent in your chest

That sleeps so silent in your soul

And I won’t pray for you

I won’t long for your safe return

And I won’t pine for you

I won’t wait to be told to run

I will suffocate all notion

Of an existence without this

I will negate an understanding

Between free will and realising

That anything I had ever prayed on

Anything I had ever loved

Was just the echo of some other

That I swore I’d never touch

And I will call myself an army

And I will call myself a king

And I will never love another

I won’t recall a single thing

And I won’t pray for you

I won’t long for your safe return

And I won’t pine for you

I won’t wait to be told to run