Firepile - Throwing Muses

This is him, when I begin

Call him tied, call him taken

Call him anything but shaken

Call him wasted, call him shaved

Call him anything by 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

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