I don't smoke, except for when I'm missing you
To remember your mouth, how it tasted true
And I don't smoke, except for after I've held you, baby
Being with you makes the flame burn good
So if you need to be mean, be mean to me
I can take it and put it inside of me
If your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room
You can lean on my arm as you break my heart
