Turnstiles (Hidden: Old Mexico Way, Purple Haze, Heaven Help Me)

With a light of this match i could
 burn this place to the ground
 then fire engines'd scream down
 crowded streets onto the scene
 and then i'd make it rain
 numb myself to never say your name
 that i've uttered in anger
 said with confusion
 laughed over nervously
 said without sympathy
 i'm not shedding tears for you
 all those lonely nights that i've
 said feels like i might as well be dead
 no more smiles, revolving like turnstiles
 no more deliberation, analytical creations
 i'm incapable, a predepressionist
 this is delivered with courage
 muddled in tension
 lashed out in honesty
 someone come and save me
 i'm dying to tell you
 this kills it forever
 it was already dead
 and i'm just fine
 i haven't called you but i haven't had the time
 thoughts are stale
 i've been revolving like turnstiles