I set the house on fire again.
I promise it wasn’t my fault.
The candle was just too close to the curtain
Useless smoke alarm is for naught!

The flame is pending, pending, pending,
Never-ending.

Maybe the candle was a bit tilted,
But I swear to you, I fixed it.
And I promise those drapes were not pure silk,
They had a bit of satin.

The flame is pending, pending, pending,
Never-ending.

I can’t take the pressure, the smoke in my lungs
My life has been short, but I’ve had a good run

Cease the chaos; I’ve had enough.
Maybe next time I’ll sew my lips up.

The flame is pending, pending, pending,
Never-ending.