Of Dark Rooms and Crooked Candles

I don't wanna take a lot of space
I'll leave it for the angels who are plummeting from grace
And I try not to breathe a lot of air
In case there's someone out there gasping
'Cause there's not enough to spare

I'm just happy living in this dark room
So light this crooked candle and I'll give you what you need
Nothing, at all