He never was that sweet in real life
But he was an angel in my nightmare

Out of all the things you could be,
Could you just be mine first darlin?

The real you is that one version that doesn't care about impressing others.

You did walk away exactly whenever I needed you the most.

He wouldn't survive a second without you holding his hand.

Darlin I'm too old to cry for something like that

Everything tastes different
The coffee
My favorite cigarettes
And your lips

I'm not in love with "you".
I'm in love with the idea I have of you.

There's no coming back from how far I fell for you

+Why did you quit?
-The way the smoke dances reminds me of you.
+Then why did you started smoking again?
-Cause that's the only way I can see you.