Down by the water
He lights a cigarette
I look away
Hands me the lighter
'Cause he knows I like to fiddle with the flame
Is this what it's come to
Kissing through his smoke
Hooked on what his hands do
Drunk on his cologne
Oh
And all this light pollution starts to cloud my mind
Like fog above the sea
Pushing, pulling, waves approaching
Doing nothing but slowly drowning me
No, you don't have to hold my hand or understand
But you can walk me home
He'll try to count the stars with me
While I count all the problems in my phone
Is this what it's come to
Kissing through his smoke
Hooked on what his hands do
Drunk on his cologne
Oh
