Lyrics: Nick Quan
Music: Nick Quan
Just like the torch that I brought to your house, you lost your spark
You had to learn that it meant to be cradled, you lost your star
When you were innocent, you taught yourself how to lose
Now that you're out of it, you had to find what it meant to shoot
I've got your lighter, I used it to light my last cigarette
I figured a metaphor was the best way to remember it
Before I avoided it, I'm shocked to find out I'm just like you
Right in this house, you said I was just like you
Now in your hands is nothing but dirt, the blood drained out
Replace you with paintings that made me remember that you'll be out
I'm not sure how, but I dug up something of significance
It's something you left when you promised you'd leave with an equipped fist
I've got your lighter, I used it to light my last cigarette
I figured a metaphor was the best way to remember it
Before I avoided it, I'm shocked to find out I'm just like you
Right in this house, you said I was just like you
I'm just like you
I'm just like you
I'm just like you