Smoking Your Memories
Aaron Cain
© 2001
an almost empty beer can
is an ashtray by my bed
a cigarette burns out like
the thoughts of you in my head
A lot of smoke in the air
not much fire to be seen
it makes me think of the way
things have come to be
(Chorus)
They say smoking's gonna kill me
but I'm put 'em out one by one
I still got a few more to go
Then I might be done
I keep smoking your memories
Because I have a plan
I'd rather die by my own free will
Than at your memories hands
you're like a bad habit
that I never could resist
now the time has come
That I gave up and quit
I gotta other things to kill me
That are more fun to do
I only feel this pain
(chorus)
And if smoking don't kill me
something else will come through
But I can tell you right now honey
it sure as hell won't be you
(chorus)
