Woke to the smell of smoke Only to find my family Standing around our couch which was on fire Like a group of homeless people trying to stay warm
This is just practice For when the money runs out
Forget the missing smoke detectors Forget the old man just standing there Saying, βIβm sorryβ like old men do Forget four walls Walls are flammable
There is this distance The size of apathy And we Are in the middle Huddled around a fire Trying to stay warm As our house burns down around us
Until finally Dry lips whisper water And ***** lungs Die for air And I grab a hose from the porch
As the smoke finally clears As they huddle in the car With the heater running As I learn to finally see my home as broken
Still I will always have a safe place to cry And we will always have a safe place To lie