Cashier Club

Somewhere there’s a fire

Beneath it’s something cold

If I could live moment to moment

Nobody would know
Haunted by the mirror

The fear of missing out

A swarm of bees prey on the restless

Without it being toldShould I be first to the fire?

Certain on the surface

Beneath I’m breeding doubt

If I could trade screen time for moments

I wouldn’t be so coldThe axes in the cupboard

She thinks she’s breathing now

The ice is gone, it’s burning now

Everyone should knowShould I be first to the fire?

Should I be first to the fire?Should I be first to the fire?Too much to give

Too much to live for

Too much to give

Too much to live for

Too much to give

Too much to live forShould I be first to the fire?

Should I be first to the fire?