Premier She Doesn't Bother With Goodbyes Lyrics

The light from the diner's hitting your face
In the nicest beating I've ever seen
As it runs its fingers up and down your cheeks
And throws your shadow against the wall
A bit to roughly like a gentleman who's had to much gin for the evening

So, baby have you got a cigarette
No, I don't smoke
I'd just like to hold it
Twirl between my fingers what murders the masses
Feel like I'm playing God for a moment

There's something sentimental about a classic love scene
But there's nothing classic about the way she's pretty
There's red tape on everything
She's a crime scene that breaths
She's a crime scene
The light above us is careless
Throwing splashes of color in the strangest of places
And she said, you look so beautiful with your face all shaded

So, baby have you got a cigarette
No, I don't smoke I'd just like to hold it
Twirl between my fingers what murders the masses
Feel like I'm playing God for a moment

Is this your favorite sun-dress?
I'll try not to tear it
But a promise made isn't always a promise kept
There's nothing elegant about this
She won't stop kissing
But my lips have gone dead and rigid

Find me a calendar and I'll strike this from the record
She barely said a word and I barely answered

So, baby have you got a cigarette
No, I don't smoke
I'd just like to hold it
Twirl between my fingers what murders the masses
(My heart is miles from my body)
Feel like I'm playing God for a moment
(My heart is miles from my body)

(I'm sorry, miss, I didn't catch your name
Perhaps it's best that you don't
Maybe I'll see you around someday
Well, maybe you won't)