Cigarette Smoke

Oh, it got to the point that
The smoke in my lungs found it hard to digest
That she kissed an old friend
But I know the effects of that little red dress

So we tried go a gig
But the bus didn't come and she got in her head
So she sat on the steps
While I drunkenly sang her Glen Hansard instead

It was pretty shit (pretty shit)
But she has to admit
She enjoyed it a bit
Just a bit

Glancing down like an angel
The sigh that escapes her lips
She breathes it out like cigarette smoke
She breathes it out like cigarette smoke

Then it's all on the mend
And she's back on her side of the bed on weekends
Though I have to admit
It was nicer to sleep with my legs stretched out then

I don't think it'll cave (it'll cave)
It's something brave mate, brave
Few more notes on a stave
Oh, behave

Head against bus window
She takes the evening in
She breathes it out like cigarette smoke
She breathes it out like cigarette smoke

She breathes it out like cigarette smoke
She breathes it out like cigarette smoke