Smoke-Stained Reverie

Hoodie smells like smoke outside the corner store

Squinting under sodium lights,

frozen at the door

Rewriting the text until the truth is gone

Dulling down the edges till the break of dawn

(ah-ah-ah) Drafting, deleting, erasing the real feel

Trying to make it look like it's no big deal

Sticky habits, bitter taste

Every word is such a waste (oh-oh) You wanted sweet,

I gave you sour Burning down our golden hour

Typing out 'I'm fine' but it's a sterile lie

Watching all the color leave the evening sky (hmm-mm)

Another draft, another perfect blank slate Sent it three hours late No

spark, no flame, just cold ash on my sleeve

How did we make it so easy to leave?

(easy to leave...)

Sticky habits, bitter taste

(smoke on my hoodie)

Every word is such a waste

(dull it down, dull it down)