You didn't have to call me to cull the cutdown of my character
Lull me back to sleep where we can quell the pretense that we're more than friends
Before I have an epiphany again
And you know that I was only waiting for you to come back home

Even when there's nothing left to say
Maybe we were better off that way
I didn't take anything to let you go
Cynicism never grows when there's no one left at home
I didn't take anything at all just to let you know

So if I have to call you to pull you out the muck
That you have sunk into
Well you know that you know that home is just a buzzword to chests with holes
Doubting myself again, for the last time
But I'm not that young, and you're not that dumb
Old cutthroat kids can't keep a caper quiet

Even when there's nothing left to say
Maybe we were better off that way
I didn't take anything to let you go
Cynicism never grows when there's no one left at home
I didn't take anything at all just to let you know

Even when there's nothing left to say
Maybe we were better off that way
I didn't take anything to let you go
Cynicism never grows when there's no one left at home
I didn't take anything at all just to let you know

August is a Hollow Actor

Thought I woke up, somewhat choked up
Off the cusp of a bottled up cold cut
Retraced my steps to that old dive bar, then excused
This pounding head, protracted jaw, and dirty shaken boots I'd lost
I've just been wondering if last night she heard our song, but then I just

Woke up to a Midwest sound that was tongue in cheek
But she brought me down, with a mutiny saying on a whim, “St. Nowhere's just a friend” 
Kept my coattails short, expectations long
Work, regret, repeat, never once bet on
A bliss erased by our “nearly there”s
Hard luck harlots and Nowhere

Been ripped off like the shirt of a freshman rounding third
Those memories of Chopin killing mocking birds
Can't compare to the face of my nearly there's 
My nearly nothings nearly had me scared

Raise your fine horses to the eyebrows now 
Take a step forward or bring us down
I'm always looking for the easy way out

I woke up to a Midwest sound that was tongue in cheek
But she brought me down, with a mutiny saying on a whim, “St. Nowhere's just a friend” 
Kept my coattails short, expectations long
Work, regret, repeat, never once bet on
A bliss erased by our “nearly there”s
Hard luck harlots and Nowhere

So we came, and we saw and we conquered
So we came, and we saw and we conquered
So we came, and we saw and we conquered
So we came, and we saw and we conquered


St. Nowhere

What'd jackals do with their Thigh Gap gaps this time?
If we could stave off the radiation burns that we felt from the glare of her glances
We had a hundred chances to finally stop pretending
To have a better answer

We went from almost there to lying sideways now
If I had found the words that made you swell

They say we don't make enough in our fights
To let the Comeback Kid come back to life
I wasn't always this way, no

Half armed with good intentions 
Half bored from this loneliness
Half armed with good intentions
Half bored from this loneliness

To all the Sirens with their back page symphonies
That set the beat to let the lions go chewing through the lot of them on key
Oh what could we need

We went from almost there to lying sideways now
If I had found the words that made you swell

They say we don't make enough in our fights
To let the Comeback Kid come back to life
I wasn't always this way, no

Half armed with good intentions 
Half bored from this loneliness
Half armed with good intentions
Half bored from this loneliness


TL;DR

Kill It With Fire! is a four piece rock band formed in Wichita, KS in 2008.

TL;DR

Kill It With Fire!

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