I love my cigarette more than I loved you.

I'm sitting here alone
900 miles away from you
But the saddest part about that is
This isnt the farthest Ive felt from you.

My cigarette is burning low
And I just stare at it with doubt
Even if I were to take a little drag
I know the line would burn out.

Kind of like what happened with us.
If I could have seen it coming.
Like I do with the cigarette in my hand.
But I see when it will be ending.

If everything with us
Could be what it is with my cigarette
I take a drag and it takes seconds off my life
But I guess with either one, I'll eventually have my regrets.

But I can see this one coming.
I didn't see it with you.
I thought that you were happy
And I believed your simple "I love you"

The only resembelence I see here is ashes.
Both you and my cigarette are ashes.
Cold and scattered across the ground.