I thought you would be my home
I thought you would build the
Foundations
I thought you were the
Foundations
I look at my mother and smell the smoke
See the soot on her skin and the burned soul
But
Mother never told me
"Carve pieces out of yourself
And build your own home
Do not, I repeat,
Do not
Carve pieces out of other people
They'll want them back
They'll leave your house
Shaking
They will take the foundations
Away
From your house
And you will reach into your pocket
Find the matches I gave you
That you always swore you wouldn't have to use
And you will
Light
Your
House
On
Fire.
Never carves pieces out of someone
To build your own paradise
They can only provide
Temporary shelter"