Testo Chain Smoker

I heard your not alone,
From the ghost inside your phone,
We kiss like we're in love,
But it's with what I don't know...a thing.

And I like your septum pierced,
And the fact that you skipped your ears,
You cry a lot I think, But I've never seen a tear.

He's after you again,
And I think also his friend,
And I'm not sure you won't leave me,
And I'm not sure then again.

Well I fear I'm an accessory,
Just a purse you swing,
That you will leave almost anywhere...if you find a better thing.

And I fear you're like a chain smoker,
And I'm just one cigarette,
You'll burn me to the filter...then you're right on to the next.
And I think that you're prepared,
But that don't mean I'm not scared,
If I keep starin' at the sun,
Pretty soon I won't see anyone.

And I catch on to all your games,
'Cause I think I play the same ones,
And I thought I'd write this song,
And then found out who's in the wrong.

And I fear you're an accessory,
Just a badge I keep,
That I will leave almost anywhere...If I find a better thing.

And I fear I'm a chain smoker,
And you're just one cigarette,
I'll burn you to the filter...then I'm right on to the next.