The Filter

Smoke still smouldering
From the cigarette she was holding
When she looked at me and said the fire’s burned out
She’d already packed her bag
Didn’t even take that one
She just got up to me and put it down
Now here I sit staring
Never thought she’d take it there
If what we had is over, that’s one bitter pill
She probably hit a hundred
By the time she hit the highway
But for me it feels like time is standing still
When you know she ain’t coming back
Your whole world stops in it tracks
And moves in slow motion
When she drops you like a habit
In a flash you’ll run a gamut of emotions
You’ll hate her
You’ll love her
Won’t give a damn but damn you’re gonna miss her
Yeah you’ll go 'round and 'round
Before that Marlboro burns down to the filter
I’ll never taste those lips again
That’s all I can think of
When I see those lipstick prints she left behind
It’s almost like they’re whispering
Good luck with forgetting
All that’s left of me is once upon a time
You know she ain’t coming back
Your whole world stops in it tracks
And moves in slow motion
When she drops you like a habit
In a flash you’ll run a gamut of emotions
You’ll hate her
You’ll love her
Won’t give a damn but damn you’re gonna miss her
Yeah you’ll go 'round and 'round
Before that Marlboro burns down to the filter
In that tray
Wish I could throw it out
Like she threw me away
But I love her
She don’t give a damn but damn I’m gonna miss her
But all I’ve got of her now is a Marlboro burned down to the filter