Direction

I'm a short circuit of curls You got me out of sorts I was not even close Not quite fire, but coals In every breath that I draw However blistering hot I can just smell you, I got No more sense of direction I'm a novice, I bluffed Every chance that I got I am not even close Not quite flowers, but moss In every breath that I draw However blistering hot I can just smell you, I got No more sense of direction I'm a novice, I bluffed Every chance that I got I am not even close Not quite flowers, but moss In every breath that I draw However blistering hot I can just smell you, I got No more sense of direction