Up in Smoke

Burnt chocolate Is a great metaphor For my love life

Explosive

I can find no exit In this relationship

He seemed the type Of guy to buy a girl flowers Guess I’ll never know

Crying in a public restroom Still has more dignity

I leave a trail Of lipstick-stained loves In my wake

Doctor, dear Please prescribe

Anywhere but here With anyone but you

I could tell you Every word for love

There was a ghost of a ring Upon her hand

To love you Was to love a cactus Painful only to me