Cigarette Burns

Irene Wilde

Compositor: Irene Wilde

Would you recognize me if I passed you by
Smoke rings mask my yellow eyes
Curse words, beeping horns and traffic fucking lights
Panic stricken, heartbeat racing
I go to the alleyway to my right

And it burns, that sound
I got cigarette burns, cigarette burns in my thoughts

Time passes, time flies
Am I not stagnant in your eyes
Oil and water, scattered round
Never binding
Never once
I feel you bubble
I feel you move
All this toil has me
Highly educated
That I'm lost on how to merge
At least with you

And it burns, that sight
I got cigarette burns, cigarette burns
In my thoughts tonight
And it burns
The images in my mind
Of a time I didn’t feel the need
To hide

Oh, my skin is electric
My skin is pale
My body moves like an hourglass
One surface to another
Never ever fucking still
Would you still have loved me
With clench fists and bared fucking teeth
It's not a maybe
Oh baby, can’t you see
Feel the flames lick my skin
Charcoal on my fingertips
Tender eyes, graze me over
Electric currents make me shudder
Push and pull back the pain
Old photographs and window frames
Whisper into my ear
That I did not evaporate

And it burns, that sound
I got cigarette burns, cigarette burns
In my mind

And it burns, that sight
I got cigarette burns, cigarette burns
Burning up everything of mine