There's a burning in my core

Running along my spine

Like fire running up the wall

in a house in a line

And before you know it the windows blow out

If only patience for me worked like a future smoke detector

Signalling the sprinklers to soak the walls before the flame

Then I wouldn't be to blame

It's a predestined afterthought

My reaction, "Why must the same issue present? It's so the past."

How do we get past the aftermath?

Because my solution is redistribution, against all reason, of all furniture in my path

If only a picture for me worked like a future smoke detector

Signalling the sprinklers to soak the walls before the flame

Then I wouldn't be to blame

Though I know I should expect

I think it's over, but it's not over

It's just the season

The sap is rising and I know this too shall pass

So rest and consider

The house stands

The house stands if your core doesn't burn

The house stands if your core doesn't burn

If only patience for me worked like a future smoke detector

Signalling the sprinklers to soak the walls before the flame

Then I wouldn't be to blame

Anger exists in all of us.  Sometimes we do stupid things.  Maybe we should think before reacting.