Lume

It was like that, it was a habit
You came to ask me for a light
At the counter of that bar
I said no, at first
Then, I bought a lighter
And even started smoking again

The nights we spent together
How many cigarettes we smoked
So much fire I gave you
One day I woke up cold
The ashtray was empty
And I never found you again

But yesterday, in that bar
Suddenly, I saw you enter
You went straight to the counter
As was your habit
You came to ask me for a light
But I told you no

If when you left
I threw the lighter away
What fire can I give you?
Ask someone else to help you
For the sake of my health
I quit smoking

Without sleeping in the early morning
I heard your steps on the stairs
I saw your car from the window

Under the pillow
You found my lighter
And you lit a cigarette for me

Under the pillow
You found my lighter
And you lit a cigarette for me