"Housefires" Bricked Stories

This is one of the last pieces written while doing the Bricked Stories method, which is on hiatus for now. There are a few from throughout the era that exist without being used... rough, imperfect, talking songs... If the idea ever comes back to do Bricked Stories' style again, then this will be at the forefront. "Housefires" was actually the initial working title for "You Are Here" (Amount in Full) when it was conceived as an idea for a Bricked Stories set.
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When I was eleven I thought the world was made for me.
When I was eleven I thought the world lived for my needs.
I'd been named patriarch of a new Rome,
where I'd be carried on shoulders home
and will my decree with a simple wave of the hand or nod in approval.
So it was... And I was... Delusional.

When I was fifteen I thought I could live two lives.
When I was fifteen I thought I had to lead two lives.
There was a darkness let loose in me;
built up behind a screen, partitioned, where it was meant to be kept,
never allowed to rear its ugly head,
only exercising its way in dim, secret corners.
But it seeped through the cracks of the mind
and dug its claws into what a young man tries to hold tight.
So it was... And I was... Remedial.

When I was eighteen I thought I'd put an end to my dark ways.
I thought I'd found a new way to carry on through my days,
that I could be safe and never have to look into it again
or hold a light to a past better left forgotten,
or ever admit that shadows are anything more than fiction...

Now, I'm alive and can feel the shadows swell again in me:
the desire to break these legs, light a match and set fire to all dreams,
just to watch the world burn and let smoke fill our lungs.
As we drive we don't need to breathe to be.
I've always loved to just drive over the horizon,
spend hours rolling on the highwayves into a new day
where dawn illumines what could be life.
So it was... And I was...

Now I reach for a different kind of light.
One to shine on old demons and throw dark thoughts into sight,
making all from the past known.
In the light shone it cannot stir and force its harm.
It can only sit on display and fade under watchful eye.
So it was... And you are... Here you are.