Cigarettes
I'll write your name on all of my cigarettes so that more than your words can kill me
Because it's always those closest to us whose words mean the most
So lover I'll keep you in my back pocket in a cardboard carton
That way when your word cut deep I'll cauterize them with a 99c lighter
1. 2. 3. 4. Cigarettes later and my heart is charred
It hurts to inhale because I've swallowed so much smoke
But by some bizarre miracle my vision has never been clearer
I can see my fault and your faults and baby I've gotta say
That the cracks in your broken heart are beautiful
And the spaces where you seem incomplete
I'll fill them in
With cigarette butts
So you don't have to carry the consequences
Don't have to inhale the soke and fill your lungs with black
That way if you ever leave I'll just a be a shadow of what was and you can keep going
Carrying those burnt out memories in your heart
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