Fear of holes, fear of spiders
But a fear of fire when you watched your uncles bed fireworks
Blades on the brick, waiting for the petrol rainbow.
You burnt your thumb on a sparkler, burned your whole self down
And the blisters still rein-act ash
But you entertain it like snow
So why let beauty bother you?

Now the cats inside
We're throwing sticks in the fuse, throwing up graves
Trudging through the forest to please the arsonist in me.
Hack at the fear, naw at peppers in the most vanilla way
It's never as bad as you blazed it up to be, scorched brave skin
So don't let beauty bother you.