The beginning of autumn
The beginning of autumn
Midnight drapes a heavy veil
I can't decide
Counting reasons
But they tangle, can't unwind
The porch light hums
While the night sits still
I hold on to a fading thrill
Breathing in the quiet
Like it's some old song
The scent of memories lingers
Far too long
Conversations hang like dew on pine
Falling slow, slipping through my mind
And the way you linger
How you hang on neat
Like the whisper of a breeze
Through the sycamore trees
Half-drawn cigarette
You steal my time
Filling up my lungs
Playing tricks on my mind
Every breath feels alive
But it won't last
I'm stuck chasing
What's already passed
Half-drawn cigarette
I can't put you down
Every pull's a little piece of this town
The gravel crunches beneath
My restless feet
Tracing steps through a tune
Bittersweet
The radio crackles
With a lonesome line
It's just you, me, and borrowed time
And the way you stay
When the world moves on
Like the draw of a chord
In a broken song
Half-drawn cigarette
You steal my time
Filling up my lungs
Playing tricks on my mind
Every breath feels alive
But it won't last
I'm stuck chasing
What's already passed
Half-drawn cigarette
I can't put you down
Every pull's a little piece of this town
It's a habit of hold
And it cuts like the wind
Keeps me circling back to where I've been
You're a mark on my soul
A stain I can't hide
I breathe you in
But I'm left outside
Half-drawn cigarette
You blur the lines
Between what I'm losing
And what's still mine
Every pull's a memory
A moment that's gone
A bittersweet chorus
In a rambling song
Half-drawn cigarette
I can't let you go
You're the last good thing
In this letting go
On this porch where the morning fights the night
I'm holding you close
But it don't feel right
Half-drawn cigarette
And the sky's turning blue
I'm losing the smoke
But I'm still chasing you