There is an old love letter kind of fire.
There is a Thai chili on the tongue fire.
There is a marshmallow campfire fire.

Love is a fire where you can warm your hands.
Abuse is a fire banked low to control the burn.

Capture the image of me at nine in your mind.
See that girl with the Hula-Hoop and the Slinky?
Remember now?
Do you see her on the back lawn in her cutoff shorts?
There was a flower applique on her pocket.

Let this be a warning to you!
If it ever happens again,
to another girl,
there will be a Burn Your House Down
With You In It type of fire!