it is blowing in my face
it used to be my favorite place
im sitting here watching it burn to nothing
it used to save me from cussing

it was in my sight than i watched it disappear
my reflection was scorning me though the mirror
i try to face it each day
some other way

the smell still makes me linger
it takes not much more than a finger
i dont want to go back to that summer night
trying to get my cigarette to light