You keep begging me
To run back in your burning house
Reminding me I could stand the flames
They hadn't burnt me that bad
Because you couldn't see
My tear streaked face
Covered in soot
You where to busy on the couch
Looking for the next thing to shoot
You cant beg me to back slide
Just because its cold out here
The flames might be your comfort
But I think I'll just buy blankets