smoke (the bad ending) lyrics
by June Henry
[Verse]
You don't even exist
You’re just smoke
Taking the shape of a boy
Who never really touched me
It was a trick of the wind
In your imaginary bedroom
That I played pretend, laid in
Got the same four digit address
And I used to think it was a sign of fate
Now I realize my delusions
Were just being a little less than creative
If you were real, would you-
Da-da-da Da-daa
If you were real, would you fear?