I can smell floral perfume as you're knitting outside

With a soft crochet and a rose bouquet sitting at your side

Your eyes, like mirrors, reflect the flaming amber skies

But your smile is like a window; such a transparent disguise

I can taste your white liquor all the way from outside

The times you promised you'd get better; I realize you lied

The tears fall from my eyes as the queen falls from her throne

You're not the woman I once knew; that ghost of you is gone

I can see smoke roll out the window and creep its way outside

And I recall three years ago, all the tears I would have cried

But tables turn, and as crack burns, black smoke churns in the air

And as I turned colder, I learned that you're left to smolder if you care