Lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling,
A million thoughts shared only
With a hanging sprinkler
But I don’t mind
We have a lot in common, us two
Both made of metal, both putting out fires
’til we’re both consumed
But I don’t mind
When everything’s burnt to the ground,
You and I are to blame for failing
So we’ll exit charred as we are
But I don’t mind
