After Linger by The Cranberries
The light at the end of your cigarettes
Guides the way as we walk behind you.
My dress is too short.
The air is too cold.
It’s tearing me apart as if
The breeze itself tore apart my dress and now
I am naked. I might as well be.
You know I’m such a fool for…
You with the jacket,
And you with the curls,
You know I’m such a fool for…
You with the embroidered, white shirt.
This is called
“The high school experience."
You got me wrapped around your finger
And you always let this feeling linger.
I lay down next to y’all,
like a possum playing dead.
I have to ask myself,
Do you have to let it linger?
I don’t mind your smoke,
But I don’t embrace it either.
Why can’t you brush away the smoke?
Do you have to let it linger?
Some stars have fallen from the sky,
They hide under the trees
As if they were hiding from us,
Knowing we’re letting it linger into the sky.
You flick the cigarette on the ground, snuff it out,
And watch the ashes roll down the cement.
You said this is the most peace
You’ve felt in a long time
I can’t tell if this is
just your attitude
Or the stress of the high school experience.
Perhaps I should try this experience
And feel this peace you talk about.
The lack of peace, it’s ruining every day.
Don’t let it fade, the light of your cigarette
And the feeling of the night on my skin.
I am tired. I long for sleep.
But I don’t long to be home, not yet.
You got me wrapped around your finger
When I crave the “high school experience”
