Cigarette burns on the sill The morning air is cold and still You left your scent upon my shirt A gentle kind of familiar hurt Another Tuesday coming dawn Still trying to just carry on Got this ashtray for a heart Been full up right from the start Little pieces flicked away Hoping for a brighter day But it just keeps collecting dust And a whole lot of broken trust Remember laughing in the park Making wishes in the dark Thought we had it figured out No room for any kind of doubt Now the silence screams so loud Lost you somewhere in the crowd Got this ashtray for a heart Been full up right from the start Little pieces flicked away Hoping for a brighter day But it just keeps collecting dust And a whole lot of broken trust Maybe one day I'll sweep it clean Start again a different scene But the ghosts of smoke remain A bittersweet and tender pain Ashtray heart Full of dust Broken trust