Conflict, Pt. 1

Rough cotton sheets

Salt on the windowsill

Thinking too loud tonight

Waiting for the sky to crack open

Maybe I crave the storm

Maybe I need the damage

Maybe I want the sting

Everything is too quiet

Dust settles in the corners of this room

I miss the thunder crashing through the roof

Peace feels like a heavy wool blanket

Drama tastes like copper on my tongue

Chorus

Give me the fire

Give me the fire

The soft light is killing me

I need to feel the fever

Give me the fire

Give me the fire

Peace is a cage made of glass

Post-Chorus

Oooh

Watch it burn

Oooh

Watch it burn

No one is calling

Phone is a paperweight

Silent as a Sunday morning graveyard

Staring at the ceiling fan

I miss the shaking ground under my boots

Safety is just boredom in a pretty dress

Better to be bleeding

Than to be numb and hollow in the hall

Chorus

Give me the fire

Give me the fire

The soft light is killing me

I need to feel the fever

Give me the fire

Give me the fire

Peace is a cage made of glass

Bridge

I try to breathe

I try to rest

I try to hide

But the water is stagnant

Toss a stone

Watch the ripples ruin the view

Anything to break the mirror

Anything to feel alive

Chorus

Give me the fire

Give me the fire

The soft light is killing me

I need to feel the fever

Give me the fire

Give me the fire

Peace is a cage made of glass

Post-Chorus

Oooh

Watch it burn

Oooh

Watch it burn

Outro

Still water is cold

I prefer the heat

Let the walls crumble down

Just keep me awake

Keep me awake