We could start a war
And not know what we're fighting for
And I could see it coming
Smoke and debris fill my lungs
And all of those little things
All of those little things
So far
So close
Don't know
But it hit home
Don't know what i've become
Smoke in the air, smoke in my lungs
Crossfaded and insecure
Dripping in poison i'm still hurt
I know that look from here
You looked down; and it Disappeared
You can blind me
With all the little things
My god, you remind me of
Of all those little things
So far
So close
Don't know
But it hit home
You don't know what i've become
Smoke in the air fills my lungs
You're drunk and insecure
Words fail at the door
You can barely speak
You take back words you said
All painted in red
I'm begging at your feet
And I'm still standing there
Painfully self aware
Burned to the third degree
And we're so far but so close
Smoke in the air