Moonlight,

Caught over the smoke mid-drift,

Her lips left heat on the filter tip an' the roach held the kiss we never risked,

We played innocent deeper than the flower ever did,

I still taste the trouble trailin' where the paper left our lips.

Moonlight,

made a bad thing look soft enough to trust,

turned a sweet little habit to a slow collapse of us.

First it,

Only touched my fingers,

But then it settled in my lungs,

Started smokin’ holy every time it crossed my tongue,

Moonlight,

Caught over the smoke mid-drift,

Her lips left heat on the filter tip an' the roach held the kiss we never risked,

We played innocent deeper than the flower ever did,

I still taste the trouble trailin' where the paper left our lips.

A little sweetness in the Rizla left a darkness in the rush,

How could I call it happy, if it only hollowed us,

How could I mistake a slow burn for a faithful kind of love,

If the ash is all that answers when we finally call the bluff.

They sold the smoke as magic but never mentioned what it cost,

Looked silver on the surface, surreal velvet on the drawers,

The moonlight made it easier to pin the blame to what it was

Moonlight,

Caught over the smoke mid-drift,

Her lips left heat on the filter tip an' the roach held the kiss we never risked,

We played innocent deeper than the flower ever did,

I still taste the trouble trailin' where the paper left our lips.

I told myself the bud was worth it to convince myself the cough would pass,

To convince myself a little fire never burned through love that fast,

An' all thats sweet could stay that sweet

but never show the cavities it caused,

My lungs are full of confession but my chest don't got much at all,

an' by the time this spliff burns out there'll be nothin' left of us to fall.

Moonlight,

Caught over the smoke mid-drift,

Her lips left heat on the filter tip an' the roach held the kiss we never risked,

We played innocent deeper than the flower ever did,

I still taste the trouble trailin' where the paper left our lips.

Moonlight,

made a bad thing look soft enough to trust,

turned a sweet little habit to a slow collapse of us.

first it,

Only touched my fingers,

But then it settled in my lungs,

Started smokin’ holy every time it crossed my tongue,

Moonlight,

Caught over the smoke mid-drift,

Her lips left heat on the filter tip an' the roach held the kiss we never risked,

We played innocent deeper than the flower ever did,

I still taste the trouble trailin' where the paper left our lips.