Love like Cigarettes

I suppose I was the right man, 

Standing in the wrong place... 

Alone in antiquity, 

Preserved somehow, 

Among a hive of iniquity.

Cause… 

Your love burns like a cigarettes, 

Smoke Through me,

Fill me with regret.

Now there’s nothing but ash. 

Instead of magic, 

You chose fashion and cash. 

Oh such allure 

Those blue eyes… 

Come-on come-on come-on

You’re boring!

Bring me something 

More-more-More!

Yeah light me up…

Your love burns like cigarettes,

Smoke through me,

Fill me with regret... 

You chose him? 

How tragic! 

Left me to crash 

Instead of magic 

You chose image and ash-ash-ash 

You’re too sad 

You’re no fun 

I wanna this, I wanna that,

So now we’re done-done-done 

 
You burn me up…

Your love burns up like a cigarette, 

Now there’s smoke In you…

But, you the lit match least we forget.

Now there’s nothing but 

ash-ash-ash !

Instead of magic 

You chose cash-cash-cash 

Was it all my imagination?

A glimmer of love in the moonlight,

Or a wishful imitation?