Testo Your Laughter Never Leaves

I hate the way the air here tastes. I'll leave this place and change my ways. When I die I'll leave empty space; become the ghost of better days

Who would ever guess that I would end up sentimental? I'm doing it again, am I dragging you down? I'm leaving again like I left you for dead on your deathbed. I'll never crack a smile again without picturing your nicotine stained teeth. Your laughter never leaves

Will I be someone you watch over? In the back of your head; a memory, like the ones that we made last October, the only things that ever tether me here. I'm not coming back