Callie Moore - Chimney Fire Lyrics
I’ve got your picture in my closetIn the bottom of my box of random, useless junkSo I can see your face every time that I can’t helpBut need a rusty, broken tool to fix my shelfWhere the story of our tragic love sits dusty and unreadLike a voice collecting dust inside my headOh, how I love these precious memories when they’re deadAnd I know that you didn’t mean to hurt meWhen you said goodbyeBut baby, in all of my pride I’ve got to admitThat I just cried and cried and cried for joyI’ve got your letter in a special spotWhere I can read it anytime I think I ought toPull it from the garbage and tape it back together againAnd your words will look like puzzles just like they’ve always beenI want and I need and I care and I love, love, your just everywhereYour poetry is beautifulSource: LYBIO.netBut baby can’t you seeThat it just made never made a word of sense to meAnd I know that you didn’t mean to hurt meWhen you left me aloneBut as I listened to the lovely silence moreI’ve got to admit this place never felt so much like homeI’ve got all of our memories packed in a bagAll the sweat, sad, stupid memories we’ve ever hadThey’re gonna start a fire in the chimney, babyGonna burn this house to the groundAll my picture frames and all your stupid gamesI’m gonna watch the flames and celebrate
