Digital Summer

Cover it all in kerosene,
Light a match and watch it,
Burn everything
(Everything)
All that remains,
Where the pictures used to hang,
Is shattered and broken frames.
(Broken frames)
So let the rain fall down,
And wash away,
All the suffering from my mistakes.
It's taking everything,
To just walk away,
'Cause the memories aren't worth the pain.
(It's not worth the pain)
Handful of pills to escape,
The nights that hold no sleep.
An empty bottle to release,
The thoughts and memories,
Of everything: