"Firepile"

(written by Kristin Hersh)

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