Firepile

This is him, when I

When I, I beginCall him tied, call him taken

Call him anything but shaken

Call him wasted, call him shaved

Call him anything but made

Call that firepile a homeDon't give away the end

I come back, I rush to wait

Where the pavement starts to crack

I put my foot downThe sidewalk's so hot

The sidewalk's so hotThink of all the junk

I could lay my hands on

Purify my heartThat firepile's your homeYour baby's running faster

Count the times I left my clothes out

Count the tires one more time

Count the times I let the air outThat firepile's your home

And you're mine