Standing around here, in your comfort

Trying to find my place in your life I can live in

Hows this going to end?

We both know the know the kitchen is burning

Why do we always try and fix our problems in the smoky air?

I don’t want to go there, but if you come with me

Ill show you everything

When I was walking back to my bedroom

Stepping on ash from the ceiling like it was nothing but a hollow crack

Looking in the bitter haze I see you with a smug look on your face

Then I knew we were melting

When I finally floated back down to see the mess

I was in the corner and you were slouched over the desk

It looks like we had argued for hours and couldn’t resolve

Now I know that each fire that burns leaves its own charred mark