The book on my shelf knows so many words
The lines on the spine showing its age
A bookmark deep in the chapter
Rips in the pages showing its pain
The lines on the spine showing its age
Paper cuts cover my fingers
Rips in the pages showing its pain
The pages covered in gasoline
Paper cuts cover my fingers
As I throw the book in a orange blaze
The pages covered in gasoline
Ashes rise from the warm flame
The book on my shelf knows so many words
As I throw the book in a orange blaze
Ashes rise from the warm flame
A bookmark deep in the chapter