This house is burning straight to the ground
And all you can think about
Is that you're "cold now that all the sweaters are destroyed"
"But the embers look beautiful floating by my face."
I guess you took a few too many pills,
And I didn't take quite enough.
It wasn't the flames of justice that engulfed our house.
But it doesn't really matter.
Because that house was not a home.
A home is where I live with someone I love.
So that house was not a home.
Because I didn't love you.
I loved your hips and you ****.
I ****** you and you made me drinks when I got back from work.
I never loved you.
I started the ******* fire to get a rise out of you.
You still don't care.
At least I made you ******* shiver a little.
Like that counts for ****.