Kissing Things (The 6ths)

It was a shallow ocean, it was a very low sky They're not too wide to get around given the old school try And you must have had nothing better to do I've been kissing my cigarette, wishing it was you True, you gave me the moon and the silver stars They float outside my window of this tedious bar But just like their master, they just drift in the blue I've been kissing the bottle, wishing it was you So Gibraltar has tumbled The world came to an end And the joke was on me You're not even my friend But with all my new lovers And there've been twenty-two I've been kissing the mirror, wishing it was you