"I'm home," I say
"Welcome back," you reply
And on the table, with two cubes of sugar,
I find my cup of coffee
My shows have been recorded,
washing's taken care of,
and my to-do list for tomorrow
is on the calendar
If ever I can't sleep, you're there at my bedside,
singing a baritone lullaby
If ever I complain,
you wish you had hands to comfort me,
but can only sigh those words...
"Good morning," I say
"Good morning," you say back
And on the table, with plenty of hot milk,
I find my cup of Assam tea
My rhythms,
my preferences,
my moods - you know them all, my extinguisher...
You promised me,
until your contents ran out,
you would always protect me
And I promised you, too,
that if such a time called for it,
I would use you up...
One night, I awoke to someone's shriek,
and was hit with the smell of a burning room
And before I could figure out what had happened,
a burning dresser came crashing down...
You became a prop to protect me,
standing underneath the not-yet-fallen dresser
You had burst a hole in your back,
but I gazed at you, myself unharmed...
"The leaking powder surely put out some flames,"
"and if you move me, the dresser will fall..."
"So go, save yourself!"
"Don't give yourself up to protect me!"
But my scream dissolved in the flames
Then the fire department rushed in,
and they snatched me away - they saved only me...
You had kept your promise and protected me,
but I was unable to keep mine, nor protect you...
I'm sorry - I know it's terribly unfair...
But for someone with such class and tact as you,
I'm sure you can forgive me...
"A Classy, Tactful Fire Extinguisher"
Lyrics/Music: Manbo-Dead-Behind-the-House-P
Art: Manbo's Sister
Vocals: Gumi