♬ [Verse 1] AC is ticking down to twenty-two But my own palm is numb, it’s nothing new Nine by sixteen, just a perfect frame Like a blank screen before you type my name You’re checking the breakers, checking my pulse Looking for a sign, or anything else I’m just sitting here, functional, bone-dry Like a junk car left out where the salt-flats lie. [Pre-Chorus] You bring the impulse, you bring the heat But it hits me like rain on the street The chemistry is off, the wiring is loose It’s not even reaching the fuse. [Chorus] It’s not a tragedy, it’s just decay We’re just draining away, day by day No big explosion, no sudden decline I lack my fire. A flatline. [Verse 2] We built this thing on mechanical praise Now we're just crossing off the calendar days You keep pushing my buttons, crossing the line Waiting for a reaction that used to be mine But I’m like asbestos, cold and half-dead Sleeping wide awake in a well-made bed The money is spent and the balance is low There’s nothing to catch and there's nowhere to go. [Pre-Chorus] You bring the impulse, you bring the heat But it hits me like rain on the street The chemistry is off, the wiring is loose It’s not even reaching the fuse. [Chorus] It’s not a tragedy, it’s just decay We’re just draining away, day by day No big explosion, no sudden decline I lack my fire. A flatline. [Bridge] Keep your matches. Save your breath. This is just inertia, it isn’t death. The circuit is fried. Go find someone else to burn. I'm done. [Outro] I lack my fire.
