You remind me of cigarettes The way I hold you in my chest The way you kiss me with your filter breath And I keep thinking I’m getting over this.
Once you had me, you don’t have me anymore. I don’t crave you in the morning or at the company store. I don’t use you to escape, and my fingers out the door. Once you had me, you don’t have me anymore.
But, honey, you’re smooth
You don’t make me cool And I can carry on fine without you You’re a spirit, and you can’t be beat But when I’m jonesin’ Honey, I’d buy cheap