Plastic Cigarette

Well, I ain't written a love song in so long as your hair leads down your spine But I don't mind a few lines tonight, I'll regret it for the rest of time Let your hips and your lips and your fingertips slip against the city streets Seepin' in again, sleepin' in while my friends get high on the edge of the West Side Highway Did you ever make it back to Byron Bay the day you told me to quit drinkin'? And thinkin' that I was gonna die before thirty, your mom was so worried about All those kids in the house tearin' picture frames down Our fathers were never around when we were younger So let me go, I saw you on the river's edge Draggin' on a plastic cigarette With your swim top still wet So let it go, meetin' you out on the coast You hate the smell of real smoke So why'd you always keep me so close? You were collectin' shells out on the Bay Shore, you know I was a shell before? Deep in the hands of another, my brother Had told me to leave, but I didn't believe That evil would mean some people you meet out in Queens The way the rain came down the other day in Byron Bay Made me feel so alone, so I just went home And scribbled some poem That I know that you'll never read So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge Draggin' on a plastic cigarette With your swim top still wet So let me go, meetin' you out on the coast You hate the smell of real smoke Why'd you always keep it so close? So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge Draggin' on a plastic cigarette With your swim top still wet