I still got the smell of it
still got the burn
yeah

Ashes in my pocket, black dust on my hand,
night came easy, but it didn’t go as planned
I wore that grin like it couldn’t crack,
but the quiet hit hard when the headlights passed

Screen-door echo in the back of my skull,
cheap lamp glow and a bed half-cold
Your voice stayed low like a match gone thin,
still lit enough to let the dark walk in

I took that road with my chin held high,
full tank heart and a don’t-ask-why
But somewhere past the county line bend,
all that swagger started caving in

Short breath, hard jaw
don’t call
I got smoke in my chest where the clean air should,
and your name still lands where the heat did good

I said I’d leave light, I said I’d leave clean
Now the rearview’s full of what you meant to me
You can act tough, but the night sees through
what the dark still holds onto

Ashes in my pocket, can’t shake ‘em loose
Little burned-up proof of the things I used
I walked out cool, but the cold ran through
Ashes in my pocket, all from you

Ashes in my pocket, stuck in the seam
Gray on my hands, red in my sleep
You can leave the fire, but it leaves with you
Ashes in my pocket, all from you

Morning hit mean through a motel shade,
made the room look smaller than the mess I made
Boots by the bed and a glass gone flat,
truth sat ugly where the night was at

Slide note cried from a radio low,
same old ache in a new zip code
I tried to laugh, tried to wear that skin,
but the joke fell dead when the hook came in

There’s a kind of hurt that don’t make a sound,
just settles deep when nobody’s around
No broken plates, no screaming scene,
just that slow fade where the bright had been

Long stare, cold sink
don’t blink
I washed my hands, but the soot stayed dark,
like some touched things keep a private mark

I said I’d leave light, I said I’d leave clean
Now the rearview’s full of what you meant to me
You can act tough, but the night sees through
what the dark still holds onto

Ashes in my pocket, can’t shake ‘em loose
Little burned-up proof of the things I used
I walked out cool, but the cold ran through
Ashes in my pocket, all from you

Ashes in my pocket, stuck in the seam
Gray on my hands, red in my sleep
You can leave the fire, but it leaves with you
Ashes in my pocket, all from you

Maybe I liked the flame
more than the fallout
Maybe I knew your touch
would be hard to get out

One room
one night
one wrong kind of truth
Now every little ember points me back to you

I kept the cool, but I lost the cover
Some burns don’t scar where the world can find ‘em

Ashes in my pocket, can’t shake ‘em loose
Little burned-up proof of the things I used
I walked out cool, but the cold ran through
Ashes in my pocket, all from you

Ashes in my pocket, stuck in the seam
Gray on my hands, red in my sleep
You can leave the fire, but it leaves with you
Ashes in my pocket, all from you

Still got the smell of it
still got the burn
yeah
all from you