You’re like the first drag

On the first cigarette

On a cool day

The smoke sinks down deep

Numbs the old hurts

Makes it easier to think



You’re like the face

Of an old friend lost

A warm smile, sweet memory

You’re the first one

My tired mind moves to

Before I slip away

You’ve got the same scars

Or at least ones

I can sympathize with always



I want to see you

Treat you with kindness

Lend you a coat

When cool weather moves in

Or my shoulder should

You need to lean somewhere

I want to see

You smile softly, at ease



I’ve always been ‘round

And I don’t intend to

Go and change that

Stubborn and foolish old me

What can I say?

I like this place here

I like it here

Because you’re here, simply put