Roman Candle Songtext
von Souvenirs

I grew off like a roman candle
Spitting sparks from my mouth so mean
I say all the things I′ve kept locked away
Now they're burning past my tears

Least I can take
Without holes in my soul
Set in my way
I know I can′t take what I'm told


I'm surprised my smile stayed this long
I guess I′ve just gotten good at hiding
The unease that grows within me
Anytime you speak I want to sleep
But I can′t stop the storm
I fight the world
But the world always wins

Least I can take
Without holes in my soul
Set in my way
I know I can't take what I′m told