They say not to play with fire
because in the end it will always burn you
But I've danced with its flames
and been embraced by its heat

So, they lied to me
I've yet to be burned
For me, fire's danger is like a poem
I have to read again right after I've finished

It's wild and untamable
Dangerous and exciting
But at the same time
It's peaceful and sometimes it feels like home

Right now that's what I'm looking for:
A home
If this fire is what I think could feel like home
Then I'll take it

Over and over and over again