i’m chasing the smoke i exhale into the night
my feet casting shadows by the one working streetlight
i’m lose somewhere i’ve been too many times before
thinking every road will lead me to your door

i’ve got just enough hope to try
a potion poured out but every time goes dry
i’m thirsty but i can’t find you, it’s just as well
i can’t afford the potions that you sell

just give me what will take me away
to when we’d dream where we used to lay
give me at least that you were true
when you said you loved me too

i travel these roads we’ve paved with plans
a tourist tasting a life i don’t understand
i once wanted this, the wishes were well spent
you’ve made each wish a punishment

i know you’re sorry and i am too
i’ll tell you that if i ever find you
i’m chasing the memory of your touch
don’t worry, i’m not asking too much