The fire chief believes
It started in the leaves
And spread across the yard and up the arbor
A cigarette alone
Burned us out of house and home
Abandoned on the sidewalks
Where the sirens and the pirates picked our bones
I'm not the monster that I once was
Twenty years ago
I was more beautiful than I am today
Our everyday attire
We lost it in the fire
Now we're sifting through the cinders and the ashes
Searching for a sign
The remains of yours and mine
Suspecting all along
We may have saved it if we'd only taken time
I'm not the monster that I once was
Twenty years ago
I was more beautiful than I am today
If the bruises and the scars
Reflect the people that we are
I guess that you could say that we're beyond it
The fire's flickered out
But the damage and the doubt
Make me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind the couch
I'm not the monster that I once was
Twenty years ago
I was more beautiful than I am today