Bright and early, through the curtains, the [bad word] pouring in. 
Filling glasses up with diamonds, stirring where I've been
It's all trigger and effect. Dominoes at their best. 

In the end I'm told it taught me everything I know. 
That the wreckage left behind, will somehow make me grow. 
But why couldn't I have been safe from the start? 
Soundly asleep. 

The warmth of blankets makes me nervous. I'd rather catch a cold. 
Like sparks and matches, blink, you'll miss it, the future's up in smoke. 
Though dust has settled, I smell the ashes buried in my clothes. 
It's all trigger and effect, I know... Dominoes at their best. 

In the end I'm told it taught me everything I know. 
When the fire took our home, I lost part of my soul. 

From the ground up I'll keep building houses into homes. 
If [bad word] is ribbon, then patience ties it in a perfect bow.