Cigarettes and Smokescreens

Cigarettes and Smokescreens

Look at the picture now

I don’t know how it came to this

House full of broken dreams

And cigarettes and smokescreens

He likes all the old haunts

Half smoked joints

He’s got a mouth full of

Broken compliments

She spoke in perfect paragraphs

Now epitaphs of who….

She used to be

She used to be

He’s rotten

And she’s smitten

This is going to be a long

Slow burn

Til there’s only embers to remember

The girl…..

She used to be

She used to be

Look at this picture now, of broken dreams, I don’t know how

He likes all the old haunts, full of crooked compliments

(Cigarettes and smokescreens)

She toasts the devil and the deep blue sea and sits alone in her finery

You know this is going to be a long slow burn

(Embers to remember)

She used to be

She used to be