fireplace.

She lit a match as the sole heir to a fireplace

that she'd eventually replace for me.

My hair would be gone by the morning

and she'd have a place already prepared for me.

I stroked her hair and jumped at the chimes

and my grandfathers coat slipped off my spine

I think when we're nervous the feelings get lost in the lies.

She hit a note on the piano

like a diversion i started humming along

now I restrain her for lack of a future 

or a better word for you.

She lit a match and struck down the time we

hadn't ever really had enough of.

Or so we thought.