Everyone is in various states of disarray 
They check at the till to see what they’ve to pay
And they click on their phone so they’ll be liked
I’ll always be worried that I’ll ignite
Coz I’m so clearly made of flame 
One day they’ll all know my name
And not for the wrong reasons 
The time is changing, passing seasons
The leaves fall off the trees
You discard what they believe
Coz it doesn’t fit the shoe
You’ve come to walk as you