it came, it floated by, into my hands it fell,
a page, of someones book, it was the last as well,
i read to the end,
i found the last word was gone.
so i took, the burning page, and lit small fires around me,
they grew, in shapes of hearts, i used the flames to hide out,
and i used the ash to re-grow the things i've lost
well i've been thinking lately,
that i demand a replay,
i caught you out this time,
the fire you lit was mine,
the title of the book was,
how to use your friends to,
start a heart of fires,
the last word on the page was yours.
