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
"I am a passerby Half-smile as you cut in line Hold the door to be polite You’re on your way and I’m on mine
I don’t know the day you’ve had I don’t know where your head is at You’re not a friend of mine I am just a passerby
What if I knew your name? What if we had the same home room? What if the things that tie us are stronger than we knew? What if we’d shared a pint? What if we cheered the same team? What if these moments between us mean more than we could dream? Would I have grace for you and you for me?
Long days have made us numb I don’t know where you’re coming from I can’t look you in the eye I am just a passerby”