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