Stayed up for good times
Burned furniture for light
Built pyres on your yarns
Made hell of past nights
The Arson of past lives
Set flames to heredity
Smoked veins are all I'll breed
I need time, but it's fine
Why can't you see
That I don't know where i
Where I wanna be
So wait for that smoke
To call us back
Though did you know
That it was our home