Smoke

Leaf by leaf, page by page

Throw this book away

All the sadness, all the rage

Throw this book away

Rip out the binding and tear the glue

All of the grief we never ever knew

We had it all along

Now its smoke

The things we've written in it

Never really happened

All the things we've written in it

Never really happened

All of the people come and gone

Never really lived

All the people come have gone

No one to forgive

Smoke

We will not write a new one

There will never be a new one

Another one, another one

Here's an evening dark with shame

Throw it on the fire

Here's the time I took the blame

Throw it on the fire

Here's the time we didn't speak

it seemed for years and years

And here's a secret:

No one will ever know the

reasons for the tears

They are smoke

Where do all the secrets live

They travel in the air

You can smell them when they burn

They travel

Those who say the past is not dead

Can stop and smell the smoke

You keep saying the past is not dead

Well, stop and smell the smoke

You keep saying the past is not even past

You keep saying

We are smoke, smoke, smoke