Our Smoking Friends

No matter where we’d be with all our smoking friends
All those flirty dirty fingernails and cigarette ends
Your hair was always clean, you smiled like you meant it
Now all I want’s for them to wrap me up in a blanket
Till April till you get back to cancel the papers
And wake my heart from hibernating
How is it fair, when all I can care for is you?
How is it fair, when all I can care for is you?
Nothing yet has meant as much to me
As when you walked out of biology
And left me with a broken heart
And a pub on a postcard