christine's room is on fire
it's burning up like the woods across the barbed wire
plushies and old yearbooks
vestiges of old looks
all the things she bought from airports
turquoise, geodes and rose quartz
every secret in her locked books
all her flu scars and chicken pox
and the heartache she couldn't face
will be gone burned up without a trace
nothing makes it out of this fire
nothing makes her feel more inspired
christine's room is on fire
it's burning up like the woods 'cross the barbed wire
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