Smoked Up Wordy Back Pain

Can’t eat my words, not now,
Can’t and there’s a reason I’m sure.
Can’t get you out of my head,
And there is a reason why, must be.
If it’s your perfume, you’d know,
And if it were your ways, I’d tell you so.
But I can’t forget you now,
Your too much engrained in my head,
And all I’ve got is this,
That there’s you and me tonight.
All I got is this,
That there’s you and me tonight.
If easier things have been done,
I’d know it.
If there were easier things to do,
I’d show it,
But I can’t lose sight of you now,
And perhaps its all for the best,
But what I’ve got here is a pain in my soul,
Cause it’s been waiting for the smoke to rise.