Plus 44

The place I used to live made me feel like a tourist.
I couldn't co-exist with the cold and suspicious.
When the last remaining light was starting to filter,
It seemed the perfect time to step into the future.
Your heart is a grave to be perfectly honest.
Your mouth's a smoking gun.
And you smile while twisting the knife in my stomach,
Until everything is gone.
Take all you can from me.