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