Cigarette Lips

Day old coffee and the smell of burnt up cigarettes in your car

Downtown, the grey blue lights driving you home from the bar

My boy you can't see, plastered in the passenger seat, staining your interior deep red

My hands on the wheel, your hands covered in blood and beer

Why is it me you called at three in the morning when you've move on and you know I can't

Picking up the phone when I see your name is my worst bad habit

Bad habit

Bad habit

Burnt tongue from coffee and the taste of your cigarette lips

Cigarette lips