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10. You Were A House On Fire

Wooden Heart
by Listener

Lyrics:

And you were a house on fire and I couldn't understand why
"Burn me all down to the ground," you said, the fire is on the inside
Flames dancing like ghosts behind the windows
Pain jumping from the walls
You want to keep this private, I can see that
But you can't ask that of me, we've only just met
I said we need hope now more than ever before, do you believe it?
The answer was silence, I'll take it as a no
We all want to be normal anyways
We all want to be somewhere else than where we live
But that's not reality, it's just point of view
Let's not talk about the weather
And whether or not there's really rain in the clouds
Unless you just want to know if I feel the same as you
It's more measuring up than just wasting time
But time is not on our side, you're burning
Rain would only be a temporary fix
And there's just no place right now for cute ironies like that anymore
You're a house on fire

We all write songs about life, we just sing them different
You sing the words but you don't know the song
And you expect us all to sing along, how selfish
The lengths that we go to to put so much distance between us is staggering
You’re burning alive with stress and life
Both hands in flames trying to hold the fire inside
Drop and roll, repeat line for emphasis
I’ll repeat it and repeat it until you believe it
You're gonna be ok, say it to me
The answer is still silence, I’ll take it as a maybe
I can't decide if I should knock down your door or on it
Say the word and I’ll take a hatchet to your heart or a pin prick
Cut right through the dark, let it spill out the contents
On our knees sorting through the remnants
Pour out your hate in my hands, I’ll let it slip through my fingers
And this is for all of us
And this is for the times that we only listen long enough to know that the other person we’re talking to has the same opinions we do
For when we’re burning inside, for when we’re trying to hide that fact
This is for the scalps that we went after to be only the best-dressed
Add another notch to our belts, add another feather to our headress
I want to be the bigger man for you, but I can’t take all this truth
I'm trying to kick the habit here, but these track marks are 100 proof
"Burn me all down to the ground," you said
I’ll kick through your ashes, hope they sober up my head