home

i struck up a match,

and i lit up a firecracker in your eyes

ignite, and ascend the snowy sky

try to be quiet, like we're lying

if this is all you came to be,

i'll throw myself into your grave;

home will never be the same

touch me, and cast off my wintry cloak

suspend this sober sense of cold

you and i rearranged catalogs,

casting our lines into the holes

if this is all you came to be,

i'll throw myself into your grave;

home will never be the same again