6pm saturday ive got the bus all to myself this is the way im sure i left the old times on the shelf i havent seen you for months now and its becoming quite a joke remember we were 14 when you taught me how to smoke there goes that old man again he smiles at me i dont know him though and that must be a new house theres still stickers on the windows i wish i had a way with words but i just dont think i do somehow they came so easily when i used to talk to you and its unusually quiet for such a busy town as if the whole world knows that i just cannot deal with them right now i wonder if my hairs okay like this i just dont know id ask for your opinion on it but youre gone yes you put the blame on me as if i was the only one and every word you said was like a knife wound or a bullet from a gun so you go and be who you want and ill stay the same old me cause it takes two to tango yes two just two not not three and its unusually quiet for such a busy town as if the whole world knows that i just cannot deal with them right now i wonder if my hairs okay like this i just dont know id ask for your opinion on it but youre gone and baby you are a sunset cigarette ill inhale your light but i wont forget how you faded away every streak of orange in the sky takes me back to those burnt tip sighs oh ray oh rays you went away and its unusually quiet for such a busy town as if the whole world knows that i just cannot deal with them right now i wonder if my hairs okay like this i just dont know id ask for your opinion on it but youre gone