Various Small Fires Songtext
von Paris Wells

I′ve been dirty for days
Thinking of ways to trump you
I've been walking the night, sweating from
Fights to love you
And I′ve been speeding in cars
Breaking guitars with my tires
And wherever, wherever I go
I'm leaving very a small fire

Very a small fire
Burning you like paper just to get me through my day


I've been writing it down
Using my bills as paper
And I′ve been burning the town
As the pills become vapor
And yeah, my heart, yeah, it burns
Hands are sore and I′m tired
The lessons that I did not learn
In my very a small fire

I know that better things are waiting in the wings as I burn
I know that better things are waiting in the wings

Very a small fire
Burning you like paper just to get me through my day
Very a small fire
Burning you like paper just to get me through my day

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh