Found your cigarette one half, smoked in a pack on the ground
Saved it for a week before I smoked it with the shades drawn down
Purgatory lurking as the morning crawls to the sky
Counting pine needles on my back till my lips run dry
Do you still talk a lot of shit, when you, get the chance?
Do you still talk a lot of shit, when you, should hold your breath?
Fingertip tulips blurred sunlight through the window panes
Sitting by my phone because I miss just hearing you complain
Origami hearts, bending with the sun and the moon
Tearing at the edge, folded up, just to break too soon
Do you still talk a lot of shit, when you, get the chance?
Do you still talk a lot of shit, when you, should hold your breath?
Smoke it out with the shades drawn down
Smoke it out with the shades drawn down