I said, "This is my last smoke."
You said “Yeah, sure."
You always had a way
of making a liar out of me,
but tonight you’re right.
Tonight you're right.
Your eyes are glazed and I'm amazed
I’ve got you here,
but you’re not staying.
Tonight, I think I'm right.
I think I'm right.
You’re standing in the doorway with that look on your face.
Like I can be replaced.
Like there’s no other way to be
alone tonight, with you tonight.
I spent the walk home thinking of the words I said,
and how they racked up against the novels
I had written in my head.
So I, I think i’ll try to forget tonight.
We were laughing about King's Cup
and how no one ever plays by the same rules.
But we don’t talk anymore,
only at parties in passing,
but I don’t miss it all that much.
Selfish doesn’t describe how I thought
I could take you with me
by leaving you behind.
I should have quit
while I was ahead
instead of staying late.
Then I couldn’t ask
what could have been,
what I should have said.
'Cause you only ever know
the things that are close enough to touch.