Feel the Flame

Yea Can't figure it out Oooh Aaah yea I don't know if I'm just the last one you turn to Or the first one you burn to fuckin' feel the flame But these days it seems the past only serves to Prove that I need to learn to fuckin' field the play I don't know if I'm just the last one you turn to Or the first one you burn to fuckin' feel the flame But these days it seems the past only serves to Prove that I need to learn to fuckin' field the play I'm seekin' the reason why you've stopped believin' 'Cause not knowin's causin' pain The scope of my hope that we'll cope's at the end of it's rope And it's us to blame I don't know if I'm just the last one you turn to Or the first one you burn to fuckin' feel the flame But these days it seems the past only serves to Prove that I need to learn to fuckin' field the play I don't know if I'm just the last one you turn to Or the first one you burn to fuckin' feel the flame But these days it seems the past only serves to Prove that I need to learn to fuckin' field the play How do we reside, even survive, inside such silent deprivation Live within the same four walls, but share no conversation? When did you decide to strategize such an indecent redesign Of me without your shoulder on which I could cry? I don't know if I'm just the last one you turn to Or the first one you burn to fuckin' feel the flame (I, I, I, I, I don't know) But these days it seems the past only serves to Prove that I need to learn to fuckin' field the play (seems I need to learn to field the play) I don't know if I'm just the last one you turn to Or the first one you burn to fuckin' feel the flame (I don't know) But these days it seems the past only serves to Prove that I need to learn to fuckin' field the play (Oooh yea) I'm the last you turn to I'm the first you burn too And the past it serves to Teach me how to field the play I'm the last you turn to I am the first you burn too And the past it serves to Teach me how to field the play