And with every cigarette
My mind is filled
With more pictures of you
With more memories
Keeping me up at night
How will I ever get through this
Knowing the words you said as you left?
Should I wait or should I let it pass?
None of it will ever last
Because with every cigarette
There will be more
Get out of my head
Get out of my soul
This isn‘t what I have asked for
This isn‘t what I have pictured
But with every cigarette
There is more of you
And less of me
Maybe stop smoking
Would be the best for me.