Smoke don’t miss you

I still know

your number by heart,

Even though

I swore I’d let it die.

Your picture’s gone, but somehow every night,

You’re still

the last thing on my mind.

So I pour another glass,

Light another one to pass the time…

‘Cause the whiskey burns,

and the smoke rolls slow,

But neither one can make me

let you go.

I chase your memory through another Friday night,

Trying to outrun what’s stuck inside.

The bottle gets empty,

the joint burns through,

But when the morning comes,

I’m still missing you.

Turns out getting high

and getting numb, Ain’t the same as moving on.

My friends all say I’ll be alright,

That somebody else will come around.

But they don’t hear your name in every song,

Or see your shadow in this town.

Maybe one day I’ll put this pain to rest,

Trade these late nights for something better instead.

Until then I’m just learning the hard way,

Some hearts take longer to walk away.

The whiskey burns, and the smoke rolls slow,

But neither one can make me let you go.

Every sunrise

tells me what I

already knew, I can’t hide forever from the truth.

The haze fades out,

the memories don’t,

I’ve been trying to forget… but I won’t.

Maybe healing starts when I finally admit,

I never lost the love… just the girl who carried it. (hummmmm)