I set fire to the burn
And the world took it’s turn
Setting alight
I watch the people fight
And I stand back
Because what I lack
Is adequate composure
So I pose for a photo with some exposure
And people are dying in the streets
Just so we can meet 
At the point where the grass becomes the road
And if you look it’s not mowed
It’s just wildflower long
And my song
Is something unique 
That I cannot speak 
Unless I’m on my own
And I’ve shown 
Too much of December 
To remember
All that I thought I was
I lived my life on pause