Fire can make a conscience clean

So let go of this echo, I have to learn to let go
As long as this is burning I don't know if I can
But just like the song says pour on the gasoline
"Fire can make a conscience clean"
So we'll burn it down and forget
There's so much time left
To one day get this straight and remember maybe forever


Don't ask me the perfunctory questions that you feel you must in order to be polite. I would rather you just said hello than ask me questions you don't even want an answer to, because I can see through you and you don't really care. It's not necessary to go beyond that because you don't know me and you're not trying to know me. An old newspaper clipping is a tiny aspect of me, not the only part, but it's the only part you know so you ask about it, expecting a one word answer, "good", but you won't get that because it's not true, and then you regret asking. I don't want your false curiousity, because you are transparent, and I don't need that.