Lyrics Clove Cigarette - Andy Shauf

Clove Cigarette

Rose is smoking a clove cigarette
And it takes me back to your summer dress,
And that green plastic table with those green plastic chairs.
And you’d touch my summer skin and you’d toss your golden hair.
It takes some steps forward and some steps back,
Oh it just doesn’t matter 'cause I’m on track.
On the sidewalk she turns her foot
And I hold the door as she tiptoes through it.
And I’m getting foggy but I don’t really care
'Cause I’ve no reason to be anywhere.
It takes some steps forward and some steps back,
Oh it just doesn’t matter 'cause I’m on track.
Is this my family?
Are these my friends?
Oh it’s not a problem, I just had other plans.
That green plastic table with those green plastic chairs
And you’d touch my summer skin and you’d toss your golden hair.
It takes some steps forward and some steps back,
Oh it just doesn’t matter 'cause I’m on track.
Just doesn’t matter 'cause I’m on track.
It just doesn’t matter 'cause I’m on track.
It just doesn’t matter 'cause I’m on track.