Plastic Chairs

& Cigarette Fumes

It took a bad dream for me to see

The way that you held me

More a flashback to that room

Made of plastic chairs and cigarette fumes

We remember in different ways

Me the simple things and you the glory days

How foolish have I been

To let a fleeting thing become such a part of me?

‘Cause I still feel it

I still feel it

I still feel it under my skin

‘Cause I still feel it

I still feel it

I still feel it under my skin

So where do we go from here?

The love you said you shared is not what it appeared

Energy I didn’t have was still what I gave

But you waited

You waited ‘til I turned my back to say its all in vain

We remember in different ways

Me the simple things and you the glory days

How foolish have I been

To let a fleeting thing become such a part of me?

‘Cause I still feel it

I still feel it

I still feel it under my skin

‘Cause I still feel it

I still feel it

I still feel it under my skin

All songs written by Leo James Conroy.

©/℗ Leo James Conroy/Alternative Fidelity Music Group 2018