Looking For A Lighter - Caylee Hammack

Today I turned twenty-three

Finally catching up with my old fake ID

I just found it in the kitchen drawer

Full of sentimental things

That I don’t need anymore

But still I’m searching through coupons and keys

Dead flowers and figurines and old letters from you

Damning the memories I rifle through

When I’m looking for a lighter

How can you flick me right back?

Spark up a memory and just like that

I’m burning for you so bad, bad, bad

Your love is a drag, it’s a drag, it’s a drag

It’s just a cheap drink buzz patio

Needing someone to light my smoke

In a sea of black leather jackets

I find you like metal on a magnet

Old flame you’re lighting me up

Small talk leading into dangerous stuff

And I end up playing with fire

When I’m looking for a lighter

How can you flick me right back?

Spark up a memory and just like that

I’m burning for you so bad bad bad

Your love is a drag, it’s a drag, it’s a drag

Just when I think I’m over it

I pick you up just like a bad habit

The kinda high that don’t last

Your love is drag, it’s a drag, it’s a drag, it’s a drag

Looks like I’m looking for you

But I’m not looking for you

Damn the memories I rifle through

When I’m looking for a lighter

When I’m looking for a lighter

Looks like I should get going

Looks like I should quit smoking