The Piloteer

I’m a souvenir Underneath five years of dust and grime The room looks different time to time But I ain’t goin’ nowhere I’m a piloteer Wings and things pinned to my breast pocket Forget this time of the year ground comes off less clear Underneath snow If you know me you’ll let me go alone I’m a cigarette Your need is your regret Until we die your addiction’s just like mine I just need some fresh air If you love me you’ll watch me turn my back