Leaf by leaf and page by page

Throw this book away

All the sadness, all the rage

Throw this book away Rip out the binding and tear the glue

And all of the grief we never even knew

We had it all along, now, it's smoke The things we've written in it

Never really happened

All the things we've written in it

Never really happened And all of the people come and gone

Never really lived all the people come have gone

No one to forgive, smoke We will not write a new one

There will not be a new one

Another one, another one Here's and evening dark with shame

Throw it on the fire

Here's the time I took the blame

Throw it on the fire Here is the time that we didn't speak

It seemed for years and years

And here's a secret no one will ever know

The reasons for the tears they are smoke, smoke, smoke We will not write a new one

There will not be a new one

Another one, another one Where do all the secrets live?

They travel in the air

You can smell them when they burn

They travel Those who say the past is not dead

Can stop and smell the smoke

You keep saying the past is not dead

Well, stop and smell the smoke You keep on saying the past

Is not even past

And you keep saying

We are, smoke, smoke, smoke