Why We Explode

Half-smoked cigarette, lying by the doorstep Left for me to see, I suppose And I've got half a mind to pick it up and finish it Maybe I'll taste you there one more time and I'd know Half-smoked cigarette, still burning where you left it We should have quit this thing long ago Stains on my fingertips that you were willing to love But love's not the reason we both know Why we explode Smoke one more cigarette, I'd rather remember Than forget you and the hard truth that you told Maybe it was too much, maybe it was not enough But it was too hot, it was too hot to hold Why we explode Why we explode