Lyric

Staring at the ceiling, another night I can’t erase

The smoke is dancing, trying to mimic your face

I grab my jacket, the keys are cold on the palm

The storm is coming, but I’m too tired for the calm

One last puff, then I’m out the door

I told myself I wouldn’t need you no more

But here I am, chasing ghosts on the floor

...just like before, yeah, just like before