Finders Keepers - Shortly

All I have is cigarettes to offer you

All you have is everything, I should have left then

You kiss the pavement every afternoon when

You see me leaving with smoke on my breath

All I have left of pieces of what we had

Are tucked away with shameful images inside my head

All I have left of pieces of what we had

Are tucked away with the shameful images

All I have is a flannel shirt you gave to me

All you have of mine you can keep, I don’t want it back now

You kiss the pavement every afternoon when

You see her leave and you pray she comes back

Not unlike me, and

All I have left of pieces of what we had

Are tucked away with shameful images inside my head

All I have left of pieces of what we had

Are tucked away with the shameful images

And I’m not coming home