On Fire ...

"It wasnt our fault
it was fate
that someone turned the stove on and left it
the fire trucks rang up and down our street
we couldnt believe
that our home and all it was
the kitchen set ON FIRE around us
and it changed our lives.

it moves
it flickers
it dances heated grooves upon my parents roof
but i put it out
was it fate
that a week before I learned
how
to put
it
out.

come sit down
on our chared backsteps
we held each other and wept
come sit down
the flames are out
its over
you showed me how
to put it out."

Contrived (www.dependentmusic.com), On Fire; Starshine EP