Dawn Oberg Caitlin And Fire
Kicked out of Moreland High School
For setting someone's locker on fire
Career in conflagration thus commenced
Try telling her the gods dispatch it through her fingertips
She hails it's hers alone to thus dispense
She finds it in deep solitude, brings it back to you
Says that's where she finds the stories she knows to be true
Her home is in the suitcase, her may beyond the page
Sometimes in a single malt, 12 years or more of age
Like a poem tattooed to her back
But she finds herself alone when it comes time to pack
And in the wreck goes of lament, but you will not hear her complain
About the price of channeling those tons of flame
Maternal madness with religion make for some kind of news
A curse is just to get super news
Since lonely she's a rowboat, flows in fast to the shore
No one is combustible right down to their core
Self imposes exile, intrepid as it gets
Feels it like a reed and comes back with no regrets
Her home is in the suitcase, her may beyond the page
Sometimes in a single malt, 12 years or more of age
But the poem tattooed to her back
And she finds herself alone when it comes time to pack
And in the wreck goes of lament, but you will not hear her complain
About the price of channeling those tons of flame