Finally the taste of smoke has left my lips.

But the warmth of where you held me,

It still lingers on my hips.

You might not be here right now but it’s all the same.

I’m still confused and hurt and lost.

I’m still a victim and I’m so tired of this game.

I waited up all night for you to call me back, but you never did.

Called her to see what was going down and it turns out,

You’ve been on the phone with her instead.

She says your trouble, but your eyes don’t say you are.

You’ve both twisted the stories and messed with my mind.

This game you’re trying to play has gone too far.

I can’t sit around and wait.

I can’t let my mind debate,

What is illusion and what is reality.

I can’t sit around and wait.

I can’t keep letting my mind debate,

Who you are and why you’re here.

All I know is that I want out.

I just want to leave.

So get up and do something to stop me.

Because I can’t even distinguish the truth;

Is it what you say or is it what I see?

Because right now I can’t determine,

What’s illusion and what’s reality.

Well finally the taste of smoke has decided to disappear.

But I’m still listening, waiting, and debating.

Should I believe what I see or what I hear?

So look at me with those hypnotic eyes.

Why the hell can’t I get up and leave?

It’s something I don’t know how to realize,

You and I will never turn into a ‘we’.

The taste of smoke might leave, and maybe I will too.

But the burn in your eyes will stay in place:

A daily reminder that I will never have you.

The taste of smoke might leave, and with some sense, I will too.

But beautiful boy I want you to know,

There will never be a day when I don’t think of you.

With those gorgeous eyes and the taste of smoke,

How could I forget you?

No, boy, I can’t forget you.

No matter how hard I try,

No matter the things I do,

I will never forget you.