Cigarettes

We were so so close

But she left me with the smell of cigarettes on my clothes

It's just me in the mirror

I still see your silhouette on the bathroom floor

I got demos that sound like you're still here

I put 'em on when I miss you, is that weird?

She played all the tricks in the book (ah)

She not as nice as she looks (oh, no-no-no)

Think she a devil in a dress

And I'm down on my luck

And I'm still fucked up, I don't know if I'm okay

Now I'm stuck with the birds and the butterflies and planes

Now it's fuck what you heard, she keep talkin' to these lames

I still smell the cigarettes on your breath in the rain

We were so so close

But she left me with the smell of cigarettes on my clothes

It's just me in the mirror

I still see your silhouette on the bathroom floor

I got demos that sound like you're still here

I put 'em on when I miss you, is that weird?