smoke in her hand...

Sitting on the curb, rock salt at her feet,
She’s the prettiest girl that u could never ever meet.
She’s the prettiest girl that u could never ever meet,
Because she doesn’t even really exist.

Right there on the curb with a smoke in her hand,
With a smoke in her hand, she’s making a plan.
But she never flicks the ashes from the smoke in her hand
‘cause it isn’t even there in her fist.

Blink of an eye and she’s gone from this world.
Blink of an eye and I don’t see a girl
Not a girl on the curb with a smoke in her hand
So I guess that she could not have been missed.

So the curb and the air, the rock salt and the stare
That’s the stare at a girl who was never even there
With a smoke in her hand and a plan and a care
Was she there? Or had it all just been wished?