Plastic Cigarette

Well, I ain't written a love song
in so long as your hair leads down your spine
But I don't mind a few lines tonight
I'll regret it for the rest of time
Let your hips and your lips
and your fingertips slip against the city streets
Seepin' in again, sleepin' in
while my friends get high on the edge
of the West Side Highway

Did you ever make it back to Byron Bay
the day you told me to quit drinkin'?
And thinkin' that I was gonna die
before thirty, your mom was so worried about
All those kids in the house tearin' picture frames down
Our fathers were never around when we were younger

So let me go, I saw you on the river's edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim top still wet
So let it go, meetin' you out on the coast
You hate the smell of real smoke
So why'd you always keep me so close?

You were collectin' shells out on the Bay Shore
you know I was a shell before?
Deep in the hands of another, my brother
Had told me to leave, but I didn't believe
That evil would mean some people you meet out in Queens

The way the rain came down the other day in Bryon Bay
Made me feel so alone, so I just went home
And scribbled some poem
That I know that you'll never read

So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim top still wet
So let me go, meetin' you out on the coast
You hate the smell of real smoke
Why'd you always keep it so close?

So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim top still wet