My Broken Stove

my broken stove by americus My girl, she's a broken stove, but she can give me children above My girl is too hot, she sits and simmers until she rots My girl she's too high, she sits there staring at me in the sky My girl is too fast, i touch her hair as she talks about the past ... My body is too broken, i am awake but i have not woken I contain too much heat, i shred my skin just to compete I can get oh so high, I break my wings trying to fly I can get way too low, down down, down my mind goes I can get oh so cold, i freeze in time and can’t hear what i am told But this broken stove still cooks, and she challenges all the books