Borrowed Lighter

Your lighter's on my nightstand Three weeks and I haven't moved it There's a dent in the silver Where your thumb wore through the finish I'm not waiting up for anyone Just forgot to turn the lights off Some habits keep your shape Long after you've gone soft The fridge hums through the wall at 2 AM A sound I only hear when I'm alone Your voicemail's still the first thing My phone suggests when I start typing home I'm not waiting up for anyone Just forgot to turn the lights off Some habits keep your shape Long after you've gone soft I'll give it back when I see you We both know I won't see you Some habits keep your shape