Your Perfume

Go on, blame yourself just like you always do

Grab a soft drink and have a smoke or two

I'll smile and I'll laugh knowing you won't appear

Fooling myself running away from tears

The Bartender knows of solitude as he hears

Confessions I make about our love through the years

He offers a round of whiskey as I presume

Your love was a joke and faded like your perfume