I'm a lighter in the winter The right stuff in small amounts When I'm aware or sedated from the pain I read about Something tiny A piece of paper will still cut and then spread out Pass the lighter Cauterise the wound that hides behind the doubt Hang Around Wait Hang Around Wait Hang Around Out of sight but on my mind and that's the fire we can't put out If I'm aware, I'm devastated All the pain I've read about Always swaying between thinking we are vicious or devout But there's a thousand acts of kindness for every violent act we hear about Hang Around Hang Around Hang Around Hang Around Hang Around Hang Around Hang Around Hang Around