To blame Scarlett

The lava flows
a deep Scarlett, reminiscent of life itself
it flows so damn easily
Mr. Volcano has it, Mrs. Volcano does as well
and sometimes
when things get rough
Mrs. Volcano is covered in Scarlett

Grandma Volcano is covered
and Neighbor Volcano
and every damn Volcano in the neighbor is covered

And who is there to clean the mess?
Who else than Mr. Volcano?
But say Mr. Volcano is covered in that deep, lavishing Scarlett...

no one cleans him up
no one lends a handkerchief
not a single damn Volcano

And they have the gall to dress themselves in Scarlett
The very same shade that Mr. Volcano happens to be garnishing.

The lava flows, unrequited, unchallenged
that selfish Scarlett that seems to hate Mr. Volcano so very much