Couldn't wait around just to share a smoke
Burned it down to the filter till it burned my throat
Made me start to think of what I ought to know
So I put out the fire and I wrote you a note
Said ''I just smoked the last from that old pack of
Shanghai cigarettes
Left it all in the past so there's nothing left.
Go on say hello but I hope you know:
This will never be right and I will never let go''
Remember the day the whole thing started?
And the little gold box in the glove compartment
I think I told you so, it was always waiting
To be opened at the first sign of breaking
And I just smoked the last from that old pack of
Shanghai cigarettes
Left it all in the past and there's nothing left
Go on and say hello but I hope you know
This will never be right and I will never let go
Here we go again with the long goodbyes
'cause you let the smoke get in your eyes
Trying to quit will make you wish you didn't
Start
When the box is as empty as the hole in your heart
Cause you just smoked the last
from that old pack of Shanghai cigarettes
Left it all in the past and there's nothing left
Go on and say hello but I hope you know
This will never be right and I will never let go
This will never be right and I will never let go
You won't ever be right, I won't let you go