Alaina Flores - Denver Cigarette Lyrics

One, two, three, four
I do believe your skin's a foreign touch
I know you didn't see my cheeks so flushed
But your other lovers never knew about
You, or me, or me, or you, or us
And you know you masterminded
A different plan
To fight the weak matches to say that you never ran
But you'll never know what fatuous minds can stand
And realize
You never had the upperhand
And I know it wasn't anything serious, just simple
Excuse me for thinking it was When your hands were on my face said my past was erased
Excuse me for thinking it was
I know you don't wanna hear from me, oh, oh, oh, oh
There's no other mistresses like she, oh, oh, oh, oh
I see your face at the matinee, I swear you're the man with tired eyes
And I wish I could take back the Denver cigarette
I know it's my mind when the smoke creates your silhouette
You say you never treasured one as much
But you know I can see through your midas touch
And when you spilled your guts like a goddamn punch
It hit me that you knew that I knew you're still in love
And I know it wasn't anything serious, just simple
Excuse me for thinking it was When your hands were on my waist that I'll never be replaced
Excuse me for thinking it was
I know you don't wanna hear from me, oh, oh, oh, oh
You tell me I should just let it be, oh, oh, oh, oh
I see your face in a shitty ashtray, don't tell me I'm gonna be okay
And I wish I could take back the Denver cigarette
It haunts me at night when the smoke creates your silhouette
Was it a crime, did I waste my time
Should've known from the moment, on my lips with no emotion
Keeping a word, eight months I yearned
For the girl she was
Now the girl you made her
I know you don't wanna hear from me
I know you just wanted to be free
There's so much unspoken to say but I hope I can go back
And say one day
That I wish I could take back the Denver cigarette