Hazy air chokes your lungs

To push you toward liquid air

To keep climbing the rungs

Even if it seems no one cares

 

You stay inside to dodge the heat

Too many cooks in the woods

Maybe you turn to an icy treat

Stock up on your favorite goods

 

But what of the fire under your skin

It seems a more blazing type of burn

One that stifles your hidden grin

Waiting for your broken heart to turn

 

Where’s your fire brigade in your time of need

Who will put out these sudden rising flames

Your fair weather friends seeing you as a weed

Saying you only have yourself to blame