Lyrics:

I wake up with the same pain every night,
Digging in ashes, out of sight.
Clearing my chest of something to burn,
Ash for a decorative urn you keep on your mantelpiece;
Like a trophy for everything.

We learn eventually....
Call me a coward, but I'm too scared to leave.
Cause I want you to be the last thing I see.
Call me a coward, but I'm too scared to leave.
Watched you pouring lighter fluid out onto the leaves.

And I would've loved you with the dying fire
let you smother me down to the embers...
Frostbite turning my limbs as black as cinder of funeral pyre (sounds like a lady John Mayer when she says pyre)

And I would have stayed if you asked me to
Stood outside till my lips turn blue
I wouldn't have blamed you
For leaving me there on the porch while you drank gasoline
cause it's what you needed so bad.

And it's true!
(Guitar)
It's nothing that we... could.. do