Bright and early,
Through the curtains,
The [bad word] pouring in.
Filling glasses up with diamonds,
Stirring where I've been 

But 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 in matches,
Blink, you'll miss it,
The future's up in smoke. 

Though dust has settled,
I still 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.
But when the fire took our home,
I lost part of my soul. 

From the ground up
I'll keep building
Houses into homes.

'cause if [bad word] is ribbon,
Then patience ties it
In a perfect bow.