Smoke In My Glass

[Intro]
Low light on the table
Lip print on the glass
Jukebox humming in the corner
Watching old shadows pass

Your coat on the back of my chair
Still smells like last July
Every sip tastes like your name
Every drag stings my eyes

[Chorus]
Smoke in my glass
You in my head
Talking to ghosts
In this torn-up bed
If you walked in now
I’d forget my past
But all that’s here
Is smoke in my glass

[Verse 1]
Bartender wipes the counter
Like he’s seen this scene before
“Same thing?” he doesn’t ask me
He just slides it down the bar

Harmonica on the speaker
Cracked, crooked little prayer
I swear I hear you laughing
In the empty leather chair

[Chorus]
Smoke in my glass
You in my head
Talking to ghosts
In this torn-up bed
If you walked in now
I’d forget my past
But all that’s here
Is smoke in my glass

[Bridge]
Cards stacked, ashtray full (oh)
Phone face down, I don’t move
Every beat pulls something loose
Every blue note points to you

[Build / Battle]
Now the room starts spinning faster
Floorboards shake beneath my feet
Harmonica cuts through the chatter
Like it’s calling out defeat (hey)

I lean into the bitter burn
Let the night fight back for me
If loving you was my mistake
Then this hurt is my relief

[Chorus]
Smoke in my glass
You in my head
Talking to ghosts
In this torn-up bed
If you walked in now
I’d forget my past
But all that’s here
Is smoke in my glass