You smell like cigarettes
Had me breathing through my shirt collar
Like cotton would stop you from reaching my lungs
Like cotton could stop me from fucking this up
You might as well just give me one
I might as well just light one up with you
You drive my car
Always speeding with the windows down
But somewhere will have them, they’re never sold out
You ash out the window while I hold myself
I always let you pick the song
I’ll need mine when you move on
You feel nothing you feel nothing
Used to say you’d quit
Now you don’t even flinch when
You feel nothing you feel nothing
Blame it on your past
We burned down to the filter so fast
Washed all my clothes
Every single thing you’ve ever touched
Three brands of detergent and it’s still not enough
The smoke from your lungs stained my sweaters like blood
I pack them up into a box
I’ll buy new ones you haven’t touched
Was I a smoke break?
Just a way for you to kill some time?
You left pretty loudly for someone in love
Wish I was the habit that you couldn’t give up
You need a pack I’m only one
It takes too much to feel the rush these days
Feel nothing I feel nothing
I’m still in the parking lot
Telling the cop that we’re fine
Feel nothing I feel nothing
I’m still at your bedside
Praying you’ll ask me to stay
Feel nothing I feel nothing
My mom cleaned your cigarettes
Off our basement steps
Feel nothing you feel nothing
Someday when you quit
You’ll feel just what you did to me
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