When I'm feeling low,
I think of what you'd say--
the advice you'd give,
the jokes you'd sandwich it with

Might as well pour fresh-squeezed lemon,
Sea salt in an open wound.
Because I won't see you anytime soon.

No more laughing over coffee
No more advice or jokes
No more you.

Smoking stole breath from your lungs,
Step from your stride,
Rouge from your cheeks,
Words from your chords,
Rhythm from your heart,
You from me.