The way he exhaled as if it were his last
He held it between his *******,
as if it were the last flower he'd ever pick.
I only liked him for the way he smoked his cigarettes.

The way he swallowed as if it were his medicine
He carried it around as if it were his child,
and I admired it.
I only liked him for the way he drank his whiskey.

He said it like it was his vows
He made every promise like he'd never made one before
I loved everything that came out
I only liked him for the way he said "love".

I look back upon these reasons
I realize these aren't ways to love someone
But you left me with bullets in my head.
I do not love you, I do not love you.