An apartment with two floors
Who'd have thought?

The kitchen door is always shut
Keeping out memories that, like the smoke you
breathe, infect my mind and make me feel as
though I never do belong

Did I ever stop loving you?

I bump into you as you leave the bathroom and I
wonder if I'll ever get to touch you the way I used
to

I didn't even hold you but my shirt still smells of
cigarettes and fresh laundry; you
Why is it the nicest smell?