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)