Cigarettes

I woke up to a morning
That had no use for metaphors
I woke up to her breathing
And for a second, I was sure it was yours
I woke up to the mess
That I was so proud of the night before
So I tried to fix things up
Knowing full well that I'd just fuck it up some more

And now the ashtray’s overflowed
And my clothes are on the ground
And my dinner's in the kitchen sink
I guess I couldn't hold it down

But if you were here, I'd be alright by now
But if you were here, I'd still be bringing you down

’Cause it was in the whiskey that we shared
And it was in my thick and blatant lies
That night you called me out, I swore
That I could get along just fine

So if you never left, I would just wish you had
But if you never left, maybe the mornings wouldn't be so bad
Well, ’cause before you left, I was convinced that I couldn't get much worse, oh
And now that you've left, I'm just not sure