Sunsetting

Air is all you need

Pull your last smoke through me,

Come on, inhale,

Pull it hard and leave,

Well here i am again,

We all break in our own way

But i don't remember such a bone cold chill on such a spring day,

A man's man, the wind through those new york trees,

Cursed with oaks for feet, and a heart that wouldn't beat in a torso so small,

I should have called more, come up more,

Spent more time just sitting with you

Because now all i've got is old footage to help me bide

And it seems that pictures of an old life have helped me to pass mine by

I miss every word, every lesson learned,

Clear your throat and cough, loosen it up,

Well i've been sunsetting so damn long

And the length of those lies only stretches so far

In hell like this, on nights like these

I just miss your humor, i just need someone to blame tonight,

You know i could never hang in as hard as i could hang on,

And here i am again.