HOLDING MY HEAD WITH TWIGS

I've slept through forest fires,
Exhausted sleep higher.
What I left was real,
Her world I tried to steal.

Imagine a burning candle,
Here I'll turn up the light.
Too thick to see the point,
Too soft to put up a fight.

Blessed with a cheap innocence,
Cursed with wanderer's sins.
What I could have done,
Abandonned and left for none.

I've slept through forest fires,
Burning with her desires.
What I've kept is real,
Tomorrow I can heal.