Firepile

This is him, when I begin Call him tied, call him taken Call him anything but shaken Call him wasted, call him shaved Call him anything by made Call that firepile a home Don't give away the end I come back I rush to wait Where the pavement starts to crack I put my foot down The sidewalk's so hot Think of all the junk I could lay my hands on Purify my heart That firepile's your home Your baby's running faster Count the times I left my clothes out Count the tires one more time Count the times I let the air out That firepile's your home And you're mine