Plastic Cigarette Songtext
von Zach Bryan

Well, I ain′t written a love song in so long
As your hair leans down your spine
But I don't mind a few lines tonight
I′ll regret for the rest of time
Let your hips and your lips and your fingertips
Slip against the city streets
Seepin' in again, sleepin' in while my friends
Get high on the H, the West Side Highway

Did you ever make it back to Byron Bay
The day you told me to quit drinkin′ and thinkin′
That I was gonna die before thirty?
Your mom was so worried about all us kids in the house
Tearin' picture frames down
Our fathers were never around when we were younger


So let me go, I saw you on the river′s edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim top still wet
So let it go, I′m meetin' you out on the coast
You hate the smell of real smoke
So why′d you always keep me so close?

You were collectin' shells out on the bay shore
You know I was a shell before
Deep in the hands of another
My brother had told me to leave, but I didn't believe
The evil beneath some people you meet out in Queens

The way the rain came down the other day
In Byron Bay made me feel so alone
So I just went home and scribbled some poem
That I know that you′ll never read

So let it go, I saw you on the river′s edge
Draggin' on a plastic cigarette
With your swim top still wet
So let me go, I′m meetin' you out on the coast
You hate the smell of real smoke
Why′d you always keep it so close?

So let it go, I saw you on the river's edge
Draggin′ on a plastic cigarette
With your swim top still wet