souvenir

All I have is a cigarette A souvenir I'd kept from Dublin grounds A deer light, from this girl I liked Is flickering in the darkness Dying, like everything does Nothing I grow can ever last Nothing Nothing at all Nothing at all Nothing at all I wandered through treacherous grounds Stumbled just to be found And all I found was the buzz from cigarettes And I'd lost that even, when I kept falling down How I lost you as quick as the thunder sounds I wonder why it's so hard To build a house of cards The wind whispers and blows every stack down But all I have are my cards And this one cigarette I'd left dusting in my purse I lit it I lit it God, it smells just like Dublin An old amber leaf I don't think I could ever go back I don't think I know the way forward So I'll just stay in my room I'll play this guitar I'll waive the quick buzz And mull over my scars