Red eyes and white lighter
Your smoke fills up my room
Blue dream in December
Not waking up till noon
Red eyes and white lighter
Your clothes still in my room
They smell like you
And all the things we'd do
Red eyes and white lighter
Gone away too soon
Chapped lips in November
From always kissing you
Green eyes and dead flowers
We're a fucked up pair of two
White lines on the table
Getting older too
Older too
Older too
Older too
Older too
Red eyes and white lighter
I wear your shirt to bed
Reminds me of how things were better then