After the Fire

You can’t have me the way you want me
And I can’t have you the way I want you
Well, you say, still you want to be my friend
But I know that kind of friends I have a lot
I don’t care, I’m leaving you behind, I don’t care, I’m over you
I don’t care, I’m leaving you behind, I don’t care, I’m over you
Still it hurts, but not the same it did ten days ago
But this time is not wasted
Don’t you know, I’ve written a lot of songs about you
The story is sold
After the fire is gone, there’s dust on the ground
I creep out of the ashes through the smokey air
After the fire is gone, there’s dust on the ground
I creep out of the ashes through the smokey air