i'm sorry but i don't miss you
you were a broken promise shouted into the void and returned as a whisper
you could melt hearts with your hands
then cut flesh with your words
you handled pain as if you were a lighter
and i was a stick of dynamite
we could blame it on a lot of things
but you're sixty percent water and you would put yourself out before you could even reach me and i'm tired of being afraid

*all i smell is the smoke