Lost or found?

You walked into my house last night.
I couldn’t help but notice
A light that was long gone still burning strong.
You were sitting,
Your fingers like fuses.
Your eyes were cinnamon.

You said you stand for every known abuse
That was ever threatened to anyone but you.
And why should I know better by now
When I’m old enough not to? ...

When every line speaks the language of love
It never held the meaning I was thinking of.
And I’ve lost the line between right or wrong.
I just want to find the place where I belong.

Why should you know better by now,
When you’re old enough not to?
I wish I knew better by now,
When I’m old enough not to.