I set a fire on the stove And fed it every word I wrote I watched my journals turn to smoke Now all there is is what I spoke I decided long ago To make the most of what I know And worry not of what I don't Perfect the art of letting go Cause if I trust in something else Then I don't need to trust myself I've learned a lot since I began But I think I was wiser then I've done too much and not enough In trying to put you above I cannot tell if I'm in love Or whose regard I'm thinking of If beauty is the only way To make the nightmares go away I'll plant a garden in your brain And let the roots absorb the pain I set a fire to my soul I hope it ate til it was full I set a fire to my soul It burned me and it made me whole