Fishing and Hunting and Running and Hiding

Blame myself for the king's late wife
If I thought there was hope, I'd be smiling
Swimming with the current,
in other words, being washed away
Is a blessing I miss, and a curse I need
So there's a sixth or seventh sense I've acquired in the grave
I can see right through you when you lie to me.
But if one great day could fix my crooked teeth
Well, we're just a pack of wolves moving directionless and unprecedented.
Drowning my ghosts, before I have to make an excuse,
this house was haunted, 'till I gave it a barbecue worth listening to.
You don't know me, and I don't know you.
Less of a man, I am more of a misplaced family heirloom.
The fire was there, burning high and bright.
The flames swallowed me, and for the first time in my life I was quite alright.
I bathed in the orange and red,
I took solace in the fire, mistaking it for a bed.