I see how little I matter.
I climbed the ladder
to the top where I met you.

We sat by the fire.
We tried to climb higher
when we plunged our hands in.

It burned us a bit.
I took the hit
straight to the chest.


All alone in the end.
Does it matter what I send
to your phone?

I'm just a speck of dust.
You made it bust
behind my chest.

I'm dead at home.
Hiding behind this dome
of lies I tell.