Karaoké Plastic Cigarette Zach Bryan

Well, I ain't written a love song in so long as your hair leads down your spine

But I don't mind a few lines tonight

I'll regret it for the rest of time

Let your hips and your lips and your fingertips slip against the city streets

Sleepin' in again sleepin' in while my friends get high on the edge of the West Side Highway

Did you ever make it back to

Byron Bay the day you told me to quit drinkin'

And thinkin' that I was gonna die before thirty

Your mom was so worried about

All those kids in the house tearin' picture frames down

Our fathers were never around when we were younger

So let me go

I saw you on the river's edge

Draggin' on a plastic cigarette with your swim top still wet

So let it go meetin' you out on the coast

You hate the smell of real smoke

So why'd you always keep me so close

You were collectin' shells out on the Bay Shore you know I was a shell before

Deep in the hands of another, my brother had told me to leave but I didn't believe

The evil beneath some people you meet out in Queens

The way the rain came down the other day in Byron Bay

Made me feel so alone so I just went home

And scribbled some poem that

I know that you'll never read

So let it go

I saw you on the river's edge

Draggin' on a plastic cigarette with your swim top still wet

So let me go meetin' you out on the coast

You hate the smell of real smoke

Why'd you always keep it so close

So let it go

I saw you on the river's edge

Draggin' on a plastic cigarette with your swim top still wet