Smoke

She's still the first thing that I'm thinking of When I'm waking up Oh she's the clouds that billow up above Or in my coffee cup But it's a terrifying thought Becoming someone you are not Oh she's the memories that we used to share And the regrets I'll have to bear Oh she's the smoke that lingers in the air The kind that sticks in to my hair But you can only hold someone so close Before you both start to choke And from our messy hair tired bedheads Came all the things we said And we'll find just where this stupid fault lies Was it yours or was it mine Was it yours or was it mine Was it yours or was it mine Oh she's the ether in my sky of stars Or the space between the bars Oh she's the next seat in my tiny car As we're driving to the park But we're both still guarding our dumb selfish loves And pretending to be tough And from our messy hair tired bedheads Came all the things we said And we'll find just where this stupid fault lies Was it yours or was it mine And we'll lay down in our separate bedrooms Just like we used to do As we lay there breathing we'll slowly realize We were both alone the entire time