Glass

Rome is falling further still

I'm sure I'll see you atop the hill

You make it bleed and now you stand

Tearing their scripts up with your bare hands

The broken hearts and the burning homes

You petty thing, leave us alone

And now you're getting off starting fires

In the woods and in my eyes

What the hell am I supposed to make

Of all this now

And what the hell

Did you do to me

And then draw your name in the fogged up glass alone

And you can show them what you are

What you are is washed out