Firepile Lyrics - Red Heaven - Throwing Muses

This is him, when I 

When I, I begin 

Call 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 home 

Don't give away the end 

I come back, I rush to wait 

Where the pavement starts to crack 

I put my foot down 

The sidewalk's so hot 

The sidewalk's so hot 

Think of all the junk 

I could lay my hands on 

Purify my heart 

That firepile's your home 

Your 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 out 

That firepile's your home 

And you're mine