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