forest fire

he's not bulletproof, don't let him fool you, his laugh is a lie, he's dying inside, from the sticks and stones somebody threw, our tongues are like matches, our ears are like trees, our words are like sparks, on dry summer leaves, it doesn't take much, for the flames to rise, and turn a soul, into a forest fire, she's not half as strong, no, as she'd like to let on, she smiles, but she knows, she can't take one more blow, from the hate that she's heard for so long, our tongues are like matches, our ears are like trees, our words are like sparks, on dry summer leaves, it doesn't take much, for the flames to rise, and turn a soul, into a forest fire, be careful, be careful what you say, our tongues are like matches, our ears are like trees, our words are like sparks, on dry summer leaves, it doesn't take much, for the flames to rise, and turn a soul, into a forest fire