Uh oh

Guess it's filled with smoke

Boxes of paper and burning rose

I know that it's time to go

Hold my fist and watch it crumble

I used to think I'd understand

I used to think there was a plan

I held the flame right in my hand just to let it go

I guess I don't know where it goes

And it burns like brandy

But it tastes like candy

Know that I can't stay I know the way out

But what do I do then

Uh oh

It's a running trope

Picking the pieces off my clothes

I know that I'm on my own

Every time I try I stumble

I used to think I'd understand

I used to think there was a plan

I held the flame right in my hand just to let it go

I guess I don't know where it goes

And it burns like brandy

But it tastes like candy

Know that I can't stay I know the way out

But what do I do then

Looking for the way out

What do I do then

Guess this is the way out

What do I do then

I used to think I'd understand

I used to think there was a plan

I held the flame right in my hand

Just to let it go

I guess I don't know where it goes

And it burns like brandy

But it tastes like candy

Know that I can't stay I know the way out

But what do I do then

And it burns like brandy

But it tastes like candy

Know that I can't stay

I know the way out

But what do I do then