Flame from Get Through by John Brodeur

She pointed to a spot on the map
And that’s where she went in her mind
I can’t really blame her
She watched her flame go out
She can’t even pick up the phone
Or deal with breathing
Everything she thinks about how she felt
Before her flame went out

Given time she might pull herself together
But I don’t think she will
She’s fallen into a pattern these days
She’s on the spiral down
And every time she looks around

She’s standing at the top of the slide
Back in third grade
Wondering how she lived before
She watched her flame go out

Given time she might pull herself together
But I don’t think she will
She’s fallen into a pattern these days
She’s on the spiral down
And every time she looks around

She turns the radio up
To keep herself from crying
Every time she thinks about how she felt
Before her flame went out
And I can’t really blame her
She watched her flame go out

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