The Arsonist

I'll build a house made of paper and ink
And I'll live inside til the ground starts to sink
Then I'll bury myself in the lessons I've learned
And I'll breathe in the smoke as it burns

I once thought the walls could contain me forever
And the door frames would always be too tall to reach
But the shower begins to feel too small to stand in
And the blankets don't cover your feet

I'll build a mansion from large beams of wood
And I'll move in with all of my self-proclaimed dreams
And we'll live together, the happiest union
It's really as good as it seems

But she's so materialistic, she cries
'Cause I can't give her what she really desires
She'd rather have nothing than have half of something
So she sets the whole place on fire

I'll build a home made of tile and stone
So the arsonist has nothing left to burn
This small new abode, it will only fit one
So the arsonist cannot return

But I'll find in time that her flame kept me warm
And I'll long for the blankets that never did fit
And while I sit shivering, nothing I do
Will stop me from thinking of it