A Cigarette to Your Name

Looks like you didn't like the silence of the car,

It seemed deafening to me too. 

You ask for a cigarette, but both of us forgot to bring the lighter. 

Yet, you lock that cigarette between your lips, 

Pretending to smoke the night away. 

You chose a pretty good place to part ways,

Here you are, lying on the ground. 

I brought roses for you, I thought you'd like them, 

But all you want is the cigarette. 

Its getting a little cold,

I feel a sense of cold air freezing my chest,

This feeling is unreal. You are right beside me. 

I want to hug you so tight, but you've crossed your arms. 

I want to kiss you on your forehead and hold your hands,

I want to look into your eyes and rest my forehead on yours. 

I might cry a little too, but you'll wipe them with your handkerchief. 

I bought that piece of cloth 3 years ago, and you've still kept it close to your heart. 

Let's ride away another night,

I want you to see the moon and stars chasing each other while I chase your eyes,

I want you to rest your fingers on the soft grass while I rest my hand on yours. 

I want you to lay your head on my lap while my fingers travel through the fields of your hair. 

I want a lot of things,

Too bad you're buried six feet under the ground. 

That cigarette is still lying on your grave,

I'll smoke one tonight too,

A cigarette to your name.