Couldn't wait around just to share a smoke.
Burned it down to the filter till it burned my throat.
Made me start to think of what I ought to know,
So I put out the fire and I wrote you a note,
Said I just smoked the last, from that old pack of Shanghai cigarettes
Left it all in the past so there's nothing left.
This will never be right, and I will never let go.
2nd Verse
Remember the day the whole thing started?
And the little gold box in the glove compartment.
I think I told you so, it was always waiting
To be opened at the first sign of breaking
And I just smoked the last, from that old pack of Shanghai cigarettes.
Left it all in the past and there's nothing left.
This will never be right, and I will never let go.
3rd Verse
Here we go again, with the long goodbye
Cause you let the smoke get in your eyes
Trying to make you quit, will make you wish you didn't start
When the box is as empty as the hole in your heart,
Cause you just smoked the last
Of that old pack of Shanghai cigarettes
Left it all in the past and there's nothing left.
This will never be right, and I will never let go.
This will never be right, and I will never let go.
This will never be right, I won't let you go.