Cigarettes and Sutures

sitting in the glow of the park lights

your last cigarette's smoke blows

like your last breath.

It's orange like the lights

it's orange like your mood

This is the part where I say something that makes you feel alive

but after times like these I have nothing left to say to you

you used to say you love me

and smile

and now you say it and wince

well baby I'm done with this

baby I'm done with you

and when we leave you'll know

sitting in the glow of the park lights

your last drag is done and we're in the night

here the day changes as fast as you gave up the fight.

and your eyes are shined over

but it's not from the drugs you ingested in the hope they'd make you feel alive

after times like these there's nothing left to take

I hear the birds in silence

in the frame of what you're about to say

and don't you think I knew that?

I'm only here cause of the nicotine in the air

not to hear old news about your new boy

so drop the smoke in a way that makes me smile.

watch it creep out your lips like the words of a lost child

I said the only reason I wouldn't be in your life is if you chose that path

well, you've been walking forever so why am I still holding your hand?