As I sit on a shelf surrounded by my brothers

Interrogate myself I ponder and I wonder, am I useful am I harmful

As I stumble across a person so humble, she sit

Alone facing her problems, she pulls out a cig

This lighter been lit by a hundred hands

The past it burnt the flames just doubled back

The smoke in they lungs, memories as harmful gas

Felt they troubled past, smelt the fog now nostrils turn to ash

I got a homegirl she not a home girl she got her own world

Got her own twirl, she goes out and gets busy as her folks tilt

Goes out drowning sorrow through a bottle combined with cigarettes

Head is spinning, as she buys a pack of sinners, see what it gets

It raises emotional debt, as she raises her head and finally let's

Them tears fall, her emotion stalls, as she pause

Everything out, she needs a light so she could suffocate it all out with cause

Yet she don't have the fire, lookin' at me with desire

We spend the whole night at an ash tray outside of the bar and I

Keep giving her the light as I see her spiral

Keep feeding her addiction double edged sword it is also my fault

This lighter been lit by a hundred hands

The past it burnt the flames just doubled back

The smoke in they lungs, memories as harmful gas

Felt they troubled past, smelt the fog now nostrils turn to ash

It's a week of back n forth of venting, share the caution of everything ending

Reality be bending as we continue attempting to handle it on our own

Fuck you and your vision we inhaling smoke now

Fuck you and your inhibition we lifting this small town

Now speaking of optimistic futures, we breaking them walls down

'Till pressure hits again behind the eye now she ball out

Progress stuck in mud, look at we progress stall now

The pack is gone, I stand strong but am not needed

Rusting in a bag for months until I'm finally freed and

She tells him to "keep it" but I know her secret

She wept as she kept a hold of me the whole night, you could feel it

This lighter been lit by a hundred hands

The past it burnt the flames just doubled back

The smoke in they lungs, memories as harmful gas

Felt they troubled past, smelt the fog now nostrils turn to ash

Now we in an endless cycle, passing blunts and lighters

Teens in an abandoned house, everybody suicidal

Where the plug at - fuck if I know, dial! Need that bio

I know, let's warmup with vodka then switch to marijuana

Hundred lighters on the table, pick which ever you want

You can either pop a bottle up or spark a blunt

I don't give a fuck, I'm way too fucking drunk

Way too fucking buzzed, but will it ever be enough?

As I reminisce I'm now being used to pop bottles up

Act of charity betrayed my trust, hands remodeled shut

Just to open up, and get thrown back on the table to fill they gut

I'll light for love, I'll fight for love but you mustn't pass me up

This lighter been lit by a hundred hands

The past it burnt the flames just doubled back

The smoke in they lungs, memories as harmful gas

Felt they troubled past, smelt the fog now nostrils turn to ash

I said

This lighter been lit by a hundred hands

The past it burnt the flames just doubled back

The smoke in they lungs, memories as harmful gas

Felt they troubled past, smelt the fog now nostrils turn to ash

As I wake up in the morning out on a field

Hay in pockets what else did it fill?

I stand up and glance over a snowy hill

I'm fucking freezing, pissing my will

In the snow as I notice an orange glow

It's the lighter she bought from the store

Yup

It's the lighter she bought from the store