Final Fires
Timothy Ross Showalter
All my friends they think I’m crazy
I guess its time I dyed my hair
Does it still move me
They always want the next one to be bigger
Nothing was changing nothing was real
Does it still shake me like before
I can’t imagine how you feel
And in a moment I can see
I’m just trying, trying to see a little light ahead
I can’t feel this
All the little things you said
You tried to make me fear it
You won’t raise the dead
All my brightest failures
Keeping shining out the wins
Make the final fire
Make the final fire