Borrowed Flames
Standing in a lobby like an icebox
(freezing) Stranger in the mirror looks back Screenshotted the chat and then
erased it
Fingers leaving prints on the glass
I'm holding onto something that isn't mine
This borrowed lighter sparks one more time (one more time)
Cold glass, warm spark,
keeping us in the dark
No trace, no thread,
just the words that you said (gone)
Caught in a camera flash,
turning to ash With a borrowed lighter in my hand
Lobby ceiling lighting makes us look pale
(so pale)
Guilt is just a habit on sale
I pocketed the spark,
walked in the rain Nothing left to say to ease the pain
Cold glass, warm spark,
keeping us in the dark
No trace, no thread,
just the words that you said (gone)
Caught in a camera flash,
turning to ash With a borrowed lighter in my hand
Screenshotted and deleted... (gone) Just a borrowed lighter