House On Fire

In my dreams I hear it all again
I feel the smoke on my skin
The neighbor is telling us our house is on fire
I keep wishing he was just a liar

Home is where my family is
What that was is now burned bricks
I’m in my hotel room, at 3:48
Writing to heal my heart ache

People gather around to watch the tragedy
Is it a just a guise when they comfort me?
The fireplace was supposed to keep us warm
But all it did was cause a winter storm

If it happened at midnight
Would I still be alive?
Would I cry and choke
As I breathed in toxic smoke?
Would I be okay with dying?
I say so all thе time
I still feel that way sometimes
But I’m glad to bе alive