Through the Smoke

I keep this to myself You know and no one else I ask you please To take it with you Half ash and quarter smoke The rest I can’t let go I need something To keep you with me Everyone’s alone I know And I cannot pretend that it’s easy Everyone’s apart It shows Like bags Beneath your eyes Your watch still in the drawer Souvenirs from New York Even your wedding band Protected Friends send me flowers still They expect them on the still They might as well Just mail me laughter Everyone’s alone I know But I cannot pretend that it’s easy Everyone’s apart It shows Like bags Beneath your eyes Like bags Beneath your eyes