The flame's a gettin' higher,
But I don't really care,
Let the house burn down,
'Til it hits the ground
So much neglect within these walls,
I just couldn't wait to see it fall,
The orange glow is enough to keep me warm,
As Rembrant sweeps up sails from the storm,
The majesty of the road ahead,
As black as the ashes of the dead,
The floor planks outstretched above the sea,
The dust in my eyes from past centuries
The flame's a gettin' higher,
But I don't really care,
Let the house burn down,
'Til it hits the ground
My arms are grasping my teddy bear,
A little smoldered with wear and tear,
Gasping for air was this smothered doll,
Feathered stuffing falling out like snow fall,
I'm feeling the smoke build in my lungs,
Been dry coughing since I was very young,
Was sick of the dim light in my room,
Flames fueled by the smell of old perfume
The flame's a gettin' higher,
But I don't really care,
Let the house burn down,
'Til it reaches the ground
Friday, March 7, 2008
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