A Supercut Of Us

We built a home and one day I came back to find he’d burned it

I tried, I found a way for us

I found him through the smoke and the flames

I built anew

A beautiful home with marble countertops and fresh flowers

A piano facing the sea

His favorite musical playing in the background

His 90s cartoons on mute in our bedroom

I poured my blood when it should’ve been his

Because my hands never owned the matches

On a ride back home he stroked my cheek

With those sweet eyes he told me it was gone

That he’d set it on fire again

With tears in my eyes I told him I couldn’t do it again, that it had taken too much of me

These days

He tells me he’s built a home for us again

But that day he passed me the matches

I now live under bridges

I talk to shadows

I look to the stars

I’m back to Monet

Building the courage to burn our bridges

You don’t owe me shit, I did it out of love

You can’t blame me for not seeing a home anymore