Slow Burn

The afternoon is thick as honey, dripping down the glass I'm watching shadows lengthen on the overgrown and grass I've got a book I'll never finish and a debt I'll never pay And a strange and quiet comfort in the wasting of the day The world outside is screaming bout the things I should pursue But the only voice that matters is the one that says "We're through" And through the haze of nothing, I can finally see the shape Of a life that isn't built upon a hurried, stressed escape It's a SLOW BURN, letting go! A lesson in the things I'll never need to know! The fire isn't raging, but it's keeping me alive! A quiet kind of heat that's letting me survive! It's a SLOW BURN! I used to chase the future like a greyhound on a track But every time I caught it, it was just a painted sack Now I find the present in the embers of the day A peaceful little universe where nothing's in the way My neighbor's mowing lawn, a distant, angry drone But it just blends with the beauty of the silence I have grown And I'm not saying I'll never run or never feel the spark I'm just saying I've found a home inside the slowing dark It's a SLOW BURN, letting go! A lesson in the things I'll never need to know! The fire isn't raging, but it's keeping me alive! A quiet kind of heat that's letting me survive! It's a SLOW BURN!