I go through each day
  just trying to be honest
  but there are some things I still can't say
  and within secret thighs
  I pride myself on knowing too much

  I found a pinkish flower
  it smelled a lot like you
  or maybe that's just me pushing my mind
  for what I want it to conclude.

  I wake up feeling dizzy
  disastrous mistakes on the rims of my eyes
  cigarettes leave ashes on my pants
  but I don't smoke, you're sitting too close

  And I think I missed a step, or didn't catch the joke
  cause this all seems so foreign to my ears
  you've given me nightmares with some of the fantasies you wrote
  do you know part of me still misses you
  even while I'm kissing her good night

  I still can't tell you what I was thinking that night
  for a few different reasons, one, no one is ever fully honest
  and two you were still on my mind

  I feel like fire,
  like the cherry on your cigarette
  one of the last sins you have left
  I'm burning me
  there is no cool environment that I an find
  an escape that won't prove me blind