i'm pretty sure that i'm leaving boston.

[zeeber479]

i sift through the ashes
of the year i blazed with a torch
of people i've burned
of the bridges scorched

i picked up a picture
and forced myself to look
at the chapters closed
in this empty book

i'm going home
with my head hanging low
back fucking home
with nothing in tow

i sift through the ashes
of a promising talent
this weird fucking stretch
without touching a mallet

i picked up a picture
and saw a laugh frozen in time
of this girl i once knew
standing in front of a lobster sign

one of my homes
that i sold for a price
i gambled my soul
for those fuzzy dice...

i sift through the ashes
of two lovers lost
though one gave me the other
i paid the cost

i picked up a picture
oh that box of ice
it's kind of sad to see
the pain in those dead eyes

those eyes were my home
until they moved out
leaving me to think
about the year i burned down.