Pine Trees on Fire

The breeze soaked evergreen clearing drew me back to the way I felt when I was needing little bits of needles made of every bit of seedling in the thistles deeply nestled in the darkness I was reaching from

Wake me up and harbor on to the grudge that I've been hanging on
I'm lost in a sea of fog and the pressures just getting tough
Don't wake me up;

The dream I'm in,
It gets warm in parts.
I'm cold and soft.
I'm bitter and I feel bits of me
breaking off

The beach cove we used to say that we were going to lay upon -
Now it's gone and everything else
Was just you fucking singing someone else's
song
Until I begged and I pleaded
That it be turned off.