Half-smoked cigarette, lying by the doorstep
Left for me to see, I suppose
And I've got half a mind to pick it up and finish it
Maybe I'll taste you there one more time and I'd know
Half-smoked cigarette, still burning where you left it
We should have quit this thing long ago
Stains on my fingertips that you were willing to love
But love's not the reason we both know
Why we explode
Smoke one more cigarette, I'd rather remember
Than forget you and the hard truth that you told
Maybe it was too much, maybe it was not enough
But it was too hot, it was too hot to hold
Why we explode
Why we explode
