"Scars From The Flame" lyrics

"Scars From The Flame"

Forty seven pills left from a one twenty count bottle
Toss 'em into the toilet, flush 'em down withthe water
Still got three smokes from a pack that holds twenty
Quit a few times but I ain't sure how many

Got a cabinet of liquor I been thinking 'bout pouring
Down the sink but I think I might just wait till morning
The sunrise brings peace, the dark holds her ransom
Besides, it's only midnight in this dance here I'm dancing

This ain't the first time I've said it's the last time
I know all my demons by name
They've held their foot on my head by the fire
I'm learning to live with the scars from the flame
Learning to live with the scars from the flame

I burnt down bridges and I buried the ashes
The night I was there while still holding the matches
Been tryna swim the same river again
I made the devil look like my closest of kin

This ain't the first time I've said it's the last time
I know all my demons by name
They've held their foot on my head by the fire
I'm learning to live with the scars from the flame
Learning to live with the scars from the flame

Forty seven pills left from a one twenty count bottle
Toss 'em into the toilet, flush 'em down with the water


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