Pack of Cigs

Do you still keep my letters
Locked away inside that book you never read
And don't intend to but you still keep it by your bed
But it goes back on the shelf
Anytime anybody comes around

Do you still turn off your location
When you come over to my house
Just in case somebody asks you hey what was that about
You can keep it a mystery
Cause god forbid anybody finds out

I'll be the pack of cigs you hide under your bed
The bag of chips you grab when you get sad
I'll be the hidden playlist on your phone
You only play when you're alone
I'll be the pack of cigs you hide under your bed

Maybe one day I might love myself enough to ask for more
Than to be that extra suitcase
That you keep there on the floor
But if that day doesn't come
I'll still be the one that you can call

I'll be the pack of cigs you hide under your bed
The bag of chips you grab when you get sad
I'll be the hidden playlist on your phone
You only play when you're alone
I'll be the pack of cigs you hide under your bed

Did you tell a soul about the trip we took last fall
Or did you tell them that you took it by yourself
Does anybody know I take the pictures that you post
Or do you tell them that you took them by yourself

I'll be the pack of cigs you hide under your bed
The bag of chips you grab when you get sad
I'll be the hidden playlist on your phone
You only play when you're alone
I'll be the pack of cigs you hide under your bed

I'll be the girl you call when he treats you bad
The fleeting thought that you wish you'd said
I'll be the pack of cigs you hide under your bed