I Came in Late

I came in late on purpose
So nobody had to watch me arrive
Coat still on, leaf already lit
Like I lived here in a previous life

There's a man with a short glass doing nothing
That's my favorite kind of man
The ones who perform make me tired
The ones who sit make me stay if I can

Smoke finds my hair like it missed me
Whiskey finds my mouth like a key
I didn't come to start a evening
I came to continue one quietly

If you need a entrance, you needed a audience
I don't owe this room a show
I owe it a honest hour
And a ash I don't have to explain when I go