Lost Years - Candlelight Society lyrics

I stepped off a curb. It was late and I’d been thinking. I don’t know where I am but I know where I’m going. I stepped back inside to the smell of cigarettes and cheap wine. I wouldn't call this home but I’ll call it close tonight. We’re dying slow. Existential crisis half way averted. I finished off my drink. Into the outside world that I’m hurled in. I miss you more and more as each day pa**es by. Still, you wouldn't believe all of the situations and places that I feel alone in. This is our candlelight society. A place where we can hide our anxieties. Words to close friends spoken quietly. Don’t let the outside world in. We’ll never be alone again. We’re dying slow.