"Cigarette smoke fills my lungs,
But not the way your cologne did.
I can still taste you on my tongue,
And even though it’s bitter.
I still crave you.
I don’t know how to stop,
In some ways I don’t want to.
I know I should move on,
And I am trying.
But late at night,
It has to be you.”
Whenever you wanna talk to me remember this, because I just bring you pain