CYH's Song of the Moment: Roses & Cigarettes by Ray Lamontagne

I've been wide awake since 4:30am this morning. It was pitch black when I left my place and there were wispy light flurries throughout my drive to NY. It was a Ray Lamontagne morning. This song was an extra on his 2nd to last album, Gossip in the Grain. I adore his song-writing and but for some reason these particular words in this song just get to me, especially this morning.

Ray LaMontagne: Roses And Cigarettes

Plastered in your newspaper palace

Dishes and the backdoor slams

The dogs on the floor

They don't roam anymore

And the rivers gone deaf at the dam

The dust falls like rain on your doorsteps

Chokes you when you lift your rake

A wine so sweet is the taste of your mouth

But your love aint the kind you can keep

Oh roses and cigarettes

Pillow case that remembers you

the scent of you still lingers on my fingertips

Till I think I might go insane

When will I see you again

Seen how you look at the stranger

I see how you waite when he's gone

If I told you I thought that there was a sin in your heart

Could you honestly tell me I'm wrong

Oh roses and cigarettes

Pillowcase that remembers you

the scent of you still lingers on my fingertips

Till I think I might go insane

When will I see you again

He tells you that he needs you, he's a liar

He tells you he's a hero, he's a fool

He tells you he'll stay till the lords breaking day

Then babe he ain't nothing but cruel

Oh roses and cigarettes

Pillowcase that remembers you

the scent of you still lingers on my fingertips

Till I think I might go insane

When will I see you again