Goodmorning, my dear
I’m so glad you found me here
Let me linger on your lips and take your breath away
You use me to get through; then claim I’m only killing you
Then the moment that you’re done with me you throw me in the drain

But oh, me, I see that you’re only using me
The moment that the flame is gone you’re gone without goodbye
But it’s so clear to see that you still depend on me
Even though you claim that I’m not even in your life

I’m your cigarette; see that you never will forget me
Even though you’ve burned me out to ashes
But who’s the weaker one; I’m not in need of anyone
And you cling to all my friends left in the package

Oh, like smoke through the air we were gone
We’re gone like smoke through the air

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