Doubtfire - Matt Bennett

I’m not sure what I see

Freeze-frame moments, not my life

Not anymore at least

The old battle axe

Hangs worn and tarnished above the door

Where our children used to stand around

But don’t do much standing anymore

The building was burning, but I wouldn’t smell the smoke

I try to ignore it, but I can’t anymore

He took the fire escape

I’m thinking I might just let myself burn

They’ll need a crane

They’ll need a crane

To pick the broken ruins up after the flames

And I’ve inhaled so much smoke, I don’t think I’ll ever breathe again

There was a time when I found myself funny

When our days were still warm and sunny

Now nothing falls from the sky down upon me

We didn’t doubt the fire

It was always burning

Since the divorce proceedings were turning

Had she not been told, how did she not see?

Oh, did she not realize the smoke rising?

Imagine the mother who can’t see her sons and daughters

The way she used to hold them now makes her eyes fill with water

If you feel the need and your situation’s dire

No need to get heated, it’s just me on fire

Take my hand 'cause I’m going down

Take my hand, lead the way

Out my window, the Golden Gate goes up in flames

Don’t doubt the flames

I’m never coming back to San Francisco