Palpitations in Love

Songs & Smokes

A fistfull of Iranian cigarettes

Shared between two Portuguese girls

Myself and an Englishman

Every breath becomes a punchline.

Drinking & smoking in the park

Not at all afraid of the dark

For we shine in moments that matter

Our laughs fade into the city chatter.

But it'll all fall silent soon

For we'll leave this place in a few days

And venture on to somewhere new

Carrying the memories in our bags.

A paperfull of Italian hash

Shared between old friends and new

Sweaty socks and a shitty moustache

But hey who's really eyeing whom

Cell phone cameras capture

Music bouncing off the tree top rapture

The first tries at a well known song

As the wind sings along

Indulging in the blatant

Now paying the utmost attention

To all the sights and smells fragrant

Wrapped up in the things that count

A few pints of Irish brew

Still unsure of what I mean to you

When I'm knee deep in displeasure

Just trying to wade through

The broken pieces of me gloss

Right on past the ghosts and loss

I'm laying in bed remembering

All the things that hurt and sting

And it turns out cigarettes can kill

But I don't seem to care

They help me forget our love ill

But in time we'll both be still

They'll bury me deep

Playing songs oh so sad

And I'll rest in our past

Not caring how bad

It's too late to cry

And too soon to laugh

I'm in a weird place perpetually

Just looking on back

But it'll be over soon

If all things go well

I'll be living on high

Not caring who's who

Well it's been three long years

And I can't seem to grasp

All the things worth missing

All the things dead in the past

A glassful of forget me

A joint rolled for three

A jacket marked of burn holes

And you lost in my memory

A fistful of cancerous coping

A mindful mind full of loving loathing

I want so bad to forget

But I don't think I'll quit

Oh how hard can I try

When you're always on call

And my brain always answer

While my heart starts to bawl

I don't want to be dead

But it seems better than this

Oh I want these thing to work out

But I can never quite get it

All theses songs that I know

And the smoke that I blow

It's all a reminder of us

And how much we've grown

While I wallow in destruction

You flourish in my pain

You've been my everything

But you did not remain

So a fistful of smokes later

And a mishmash of goals

I think I've finally grasped it

It's time to let it all go

It's harder done than said

Oh how I wish I could go back

To simpler times

And spare the tears shed

But I can't

So I'll practice these songs

And live day to day

Wishing you well, wishing you stayed