You Might Feel Free, But I Don’t

I tried to burn every trace of you

Thought I’d be overcome with a sense of relief

But I’m still caged in

A captive to you even when you’re not around

Your name’s been scortched into my lungs for as long as I can recall

I hear them calling out for you in the night 

Your fingerprints are tattooed across my skin 

I can feel it peeling off of me, crawling towards you

And your spit is stuck in the back of my throat

I can taste you anytime I cough

I’d be willing to set myself on fire

If it meant you’d go down in flames too