Verse 1

You leave your coat on the kitchen chair

I keep your last note folded by the sink

The room feels larger when nobody's there

I light one up and watch the quiet think

Chorus

I know these cigarettes won't hold me

Still I reach for one when the hours run long

You were the warmth that used to know me

Now smoke curls up where your voice belonged

Verse 2

Your chipped blue mug is waiting by the tap

A little ring of tea dried on the side

I tell myself I'm done with looking back

Then find your name beneath the things I hide

Chorus

I know these cigarettes won't hold me