Tabako (Cigarettes)

It's been twenty-four hours since you were gone from last night
I still haven't stepped outside

Thinking about you, who often oversleeps at your own pace
The clock at home set five minutes early
It's meaningless now

Noticing my dislike for cigarettes
Did you smoke on the balcony?
The curtains swayed, my eyes grew warm
You're not there anymore

Look at me more carefully
More carefully
Those words were heavy for you
Look at me more carefully
More carefully
If I had said that, would you still be here?

You probably know me well
My body temperature rises when I'm sleepy
I also like short kisses

At that moment, I thought about you
How much did I really understand?
The first thing that came to mind
Was the name of the cigarette you like

If I had looked at you more carefully
More carefully
It's too late to notice now
If I had looked at you more carefully
More carefully
What's the point of realizing it now?

The cigarettes you left behind
My most hated thing
Yet why did I light one up?

I could smell you, your scent
Took a puff
But it still felt empty

Look at me more carefully
More carefully
If I had said that, would you still be here?
Look at me more carefully
More carefully
I cried at the slightly bitter scent of you