i dont even smoke

cigarettes i didnt smoke
coat my favorite clothes,
so when i get dressed,
want to look good, go out,
i think about your lips,
parted and poutin

but this aint fair, i dont even smoke

friends say do laundry,
freshen up, but that would mean loss,
memory is loss, too, but softer
and these days i try to smile more
so i decided to go out less
and not try so hard to look good
when i get dressed in the mornin,
but your lips and hands stay there

but this aint fair, i dont even smoke

nights i do go out i carouse
around red-dressed, dancin girls
and they smoke like you, kiss too,
but mornins after, crawlin out of bed,
i dont have their clouds around me,
just your old nail polish and lipstick

but this aint fair, i dont even smoke