Half Smoked Cigarette

Half Smoked Cigarette

 

Waking up with a half smoked cigarette

From dreams where we were hand in hand again 

They say that our love was a mistake 

And my sleeping habits are always a topic of hushed conversation

 But memories are the only thing i have to keep me going 

And are the best refuge i can find

 

And if our love was such a mistake

Id trade everything i got 

to have the chance to correct the mess i made

this old cold broken heart 

it hasn't beaten in time 

to the rhythms it used to 

so effortlessly provide

 

These tired eyes long

for just a single glance

And my foolish pride

left it all up to the gods of  chance

 

She smiles softly subtle Elsie smiles

That bring me back to a day 

when the photographs were fresh 

And together we were gonna rule the world

 

But things happen for a reason

at least that's what

the brokenhearted choir sing

over double shots of whiskey 

and cheers less than honest in intent