I meet you down the coffeeshop
Wearing your old leather jacket that you forgot
At mine the other day
You're waiting for me reading Bukowski Needless to say

Your lips are cold but your coffee's hot
You pinch my flushed cheeks and then you just laugh
As I squeeze my eyes at your icy digits
While we're sitting there we forget the passing minutes

Now we at your place and you light one up
You hand it over to me and I fill my lungs
Television's on and some Kubrick's rolling
Too much haze in the room and my chest is showing

My eyes are shut
And so they will remain
If I'm dreaming or just tripping
It's all carved into my brain
Smoke in my mind
And everything's a blur
If I'm dreaming or just tripping
I don't think I'll ever be sure

I say champagne but you only got cheap whiskey
So my face cringes and you call me weak
I smirk then I sigh cause the whole thing's true
I'm strong as fuck but not when it comes to you

Now we're lying on the couch in comfortable confusion
Stars filling your living room ceiling or is it just an illusion?
We start talking 'bout our pasts, fingers intertwined
I give you the wrong answer and you squeeze me too tight

My eyes are shut
And so they will remain
If I'm dreaming or just tripping
It's all carved into my brain
Smoke in my mind
And everything's a blur
If I'm dreaming or just tripping
I don't think I'll ever be sure