Pink Cigarette

Hush me, touch me. Perfume, the wind and the leaves. Hush me, touch me. The burns, the holes in the sheets I'm hoping the smoke hides the shame I've got on my face. Cognac and broken glass. All these months I've been your ashtray. Not today. I found a pink cigarette. On the bed the day that you left. And how can I forget that your lips were there. Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything but me. Hush me, touch me. Champagne, your hair in the breeze. Hush me, touch me. Lipstick, a slap on my cheek. Your eyes cried at last. Told me everything I was afraid to ask. Now I'm dressed in white. And you've burned me for the last time. This ain't the last time You'll find a note and you'll see my silhouette...