Kissing Things

It was a shallow ocean

It was a very low scar

They're not too wide to get around

Given the old-school try



And you must have had

Nothing better to do

I've been kissing my cigarette wishing it was you



True, you gave me the moon

And the silver stars

They float outside the window

Of this tedious bar



But just like their masters,

They just drift in the blue

I've been kissing the bottle wishing it was you



So Gibraltar has tumbled

The world came to an end

And the joke was on me

You're not even my friend



But with all my new lovers

And there've been twenty-two

I've been kissing the mirror wishing it was you.