We stood there, by your front door
And I felt stupid when you said
I was hoping that we could talk about it
Why you feel like you've been missing out
I thought I could get over you
I looked around my car, no way
Because your cigarettes are in my back seat
And I can't get very far listening to the CD mix you made me
There's your lipstick on my floorboard
You're everywhere but by my side
Now I'm passing all the places
That we used to go like the road
Where we finished all the alcohol
And passed out on the lawn
Now I'm staring at my phone
It's hard to just let go, when your
Cigarettes are in my back seat
And I can't get very far listening to the CD mix you made me
There's your lipstick on my floorboard
You're everywhere but by my side
But your cigarettes are in my back seat
And I can't get very far listening to the CD mix you made me
Your cigarettes are in my back seat
You're everywhere, everywhere