When forever meant forever
Did you pin up all my letters
Even though all the words were wrong
Paint your perfect picture
The one I couldn't give you
While I grasp at your cloth tonight
Forced to read your fiction
Singing songs meant for the wicked
The type that can't seem to get any rest
So watch me as I replay
Torn and scattered every which way
Try to build me up just to burn me down
The smoke it lingers, on me
The smoke it lingers, on me
And the smoke it lingers, on me
The smoke it lingers
On me...