​we don't even like the same movies, you and I
your favorites, I can't sit through
mine, you could never feel
but in my bed there is a valley where your shoulder used to rest
and the hair on your forearm 
drives me crazy
and I sniff your hand and you go
"what the hell are you doing?"

it's Marlboro
and danger 
and my childhood resurrected
it's adventures that I failed to allot myself
it's a promise only one man had given me before
and not knowing what to do
like you
I dropped it on the floor
I just dropped it on the floor
and let the thick purple sap leak out

now no promises from you
only warnings and misgivings
inabilities that I've refused to see
but your cigarette butts still sit in the ashtray at my window
like a council of friends
or family members 
trying to hammer sense into the minds of forlorn lovers
trying to remind us
what love smells like
what it doesn't

smelt like Marlboro
and danger 
and my childhood resurrected
and adventures that I failed to allot myself
and a promise only one man had given me before
and not knowing what to do
like you
I dropped it on the floor
I just dropped it on the floor
and let the thick purple sap leak out