Cigarette butts look friendly
Even though their warmth's a memory
And your eyes glow brighter than the
Ones that you smoke; think I'll end up
Crying tonight, wearing your clothes
While my best friend writes a new note
Cigarette butts in an ashtray
Love you so much; change my last name
Only five days; only one week
Feels like lifetimes; hope you love me
Passenger seat; tangerine sky
Looks like homemade warm apple pie