Light that smoke,one for giving up on me αnd one just cause they’ll kill you sooner than my expectationsTo my favorite liar, to my favorite scar: I could have died with you.I hope you choke on those words, that kiss, that bottle - confessNow ash yourself,out on the insides.I said I loved you but I lied.Now let’s play this game called “when you catch fire”I wouldn’t piss to put you out.Stop burning bridges and drive off of themSo I can forget about you.