We actually did start the fire
And we just watched it burn
Until it burned no more.
We did not keep the flame alive,
We watched it slowly die,
We'd get intoxicated by the social smoke,
The things we thought it would provoke
And how it went up to the sky.
How silly not to understand the spark
Would only come and go
And after that it'd only be on us
To keep it more to grow.
But how can you ever give it fuel
When all you do is the same,
Night by night, day by day,
Too serious to be a game?
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