Smoke in My Pocket

i have no excuse
you gave me every warning
i didn’t even have to read between the lines
but i was drunk on the smile
that you would give me in the morning
and i tricked myself into thinking you were mine

with your delicate ears
and your decadent laugh
i trusted you so much i trusted myself
now i wear my graveyard smile
like a carnaval mask
i can’t remember when i wore anything else

and i guess i’m just a junkie
you’re always on my mind
i guess i’m just a junkie
cause i think of you all the time
the skies reflect your eyes
and the hills take on your lines
and, in florence, all the paintings look like you

you wrote my name in water
you wrote it in the sand
you wrote it in the sugar on your tongue
i stood to face the world
holding shadows in my hands
you turned and headed back the way you come

now your eyes look through me
as if i was just a stranger
i guess i should have known what to expect
but you used to hold my faith
and i used to hold your anger
i wish you would remember, i wish i could forget

and i guess i’m just a junkie
you’re always on my mind
i guess i’m just a junkie
cause i think of you all the time
the skies reflect your eyes
and the hills take on your lines
and, in florence, all the paintings look like you

i can still taste the scar you try to hide
i can still hear your medicine songs
i can still feel the echo of your fingers on my side
from the night that it all went wrong

smoke in my pocket
ashes in my eyes
and the smell of you deep in my blood
i’m on the roof with a drink in hand
waiting for the tide to rise
wishing i could do what i should

i walk like a man
with his fingers on the sun
my hands are soaked in the crimson of my lies
i have no escape
there’s nowhere left to run
i’m caught in the cold of the caves behind my eyes

and i guess i’m just a junkie
you’re always on my mind
i guess i’m just a junkie
cause i think of you all the time
the skies reflect your eyes
and the hills take on your lines
and, in florence, all the paintings look like you