Cigarette

I hate to watch you smile at anyone other than me 

And it’s not that i’m jealous, no, i just don’t feel anyone deserves it anymore than me 

When i was nine i spent five trillion dollars at a claw machine 

Wasting one quarter at a time, the prize was worth every cent 

When i was 16  

I gave you my last quarter 

I think the probability of me loving you 

Is the same probability of the ocean outliving me 

I think whoever controls the language of love 

By now, probably thinks i speak in tongues 

If cupid can’t find an arrow 

I’ll give him cigarettes 

I’ll tell him to  shoot them at you while you’re drinking 

That’s the only time you’ll press them to your lips 

I was born with my eyes closed 

Clutching the idea that one day i’ll be more than just a cigarette to you 

I think simple syrup doesn’t belong in sweet tea 

I don’t think koala bear should be held captive 

They’re far too cute 

Please don’t be mad at me 

But i lied about my favorite color and my horoscope 

Just to convince you that coincidences between you and i are collected 

Slower than when you say i love you 

I’m not sure when you decided this wasn’t working 

But when you took a step back 

I clawed myself forward 

When you turned your back to walk away 

I threw mirrors in front of you 

If you have to leave tonight 

Give me back the quarters

Ask god to dry up the oceans

If you have to leave tonight 

Just save me a cigarette