I am the last cigarette,
In the package you bought last week.
I’m the last bit of hope,
Still left in there.
There,
Where you could've been so damn sure,
There was more,
The last time you checked.
But no,
No i'm all you've got now;
No i'm all you've got now.

I’m that piano,
Near your window.
And i sing to you out of tune,
But you don't walk out on me
Do you?
No,
You just sit there
And smile with your eyes.
Yeah you just sit there,
With those dark
Dark eyes.
And i can do that one in D major
Pretty well,
Can't i?
And you always liked that one
But that's not a forever song and neither are
You and i.

So as you smoke that lonely,
Lone
Cigarette,
Well i hope it goes down smooth,
Smooth
This time around.
And i mean smooth,
Like a nice stretch of highway,
Where you notice
The time
Slow down,
For a minute,
Or more.
And as that smoke rises
From your lungs and through your nose,
And carries itself off
With the wind.
Well i hope it’s calm then.
I hope it’s calm then.
I hope it’s calm, then
I do.