Moth in a Cloud of Smoke

There's a gaze that I'm looking upon as you weather
Every storm for living in the cloud that you cause
Some nights if I could've remarked to know better
With your hand drawing circles around all the flaws

How long I've known you've got somewhere else to go
The room is lost romance for you
[?], exalted and wrong
The best of us could wind up confused

So you fly carried on the spot of our [?]
[?] a moth in a cloud of smoke
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The dirt under your nails just proves
You feed while on the ground
Your head spun 'round
And lazy little [?]

Hurray, not gone, I consider this so long
We know we lost a promise for you
Charisma took you down, and proved you wrong
Damp eyes and a [?]