You made my heart your home So I snuck up on the rooftop To peer down at you, through the skylight To find that you were setting fires Who sets fire to their own home? My chest is burning But I am not the one pointing fingers Not making accusations It is the last day of summer and I am standing alone Only this time it is cold and it is two years later I see everything in a thousand shades of red Now that the scales have fallen from my eyes You fan the flames, every time there is silence You fan the flames, with departure