The Hotbed of Life - Fireworks

I was a shy, I was a shy child holding onto my father’s legs

My face turning, my face turning red every time my world got

Turned right upside down, I found a nickel plated coin in my pocket

Oh the floor held me after I stuck it in a socket like it knew I was a child

Doors are meant to close behind you, but I don’t wanna

Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up

That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut

When I tried to slam it shut-ut-ut

Oh oh oh

Ooooh, oooooh, ooohoh

I used to hang grocery bags up and down, up and down my arms

To impress my mom, now I use them to carry boxes out of my dead dad’s house

So I started writing songs about this girl

But now that girl, she’s somebody’s wife

Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up

That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut

When I tried to slam it shut-ut-ut

Height marks on the door frame

From when a year brought welcomed change

Now it all just feels the same

Oh oh oh

Ooooh, oooooh, ooohoh

Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up

That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut

Just like the rug in my bedroom growing up

That would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut

When I tried to slam it shut-ut-ut

Oh oh oh

Ooooh, oooooh, ooohoh