Smoke (live) Ben Folds

Leaf by leaf and page by page
Throw this book away
All the sadness, all the rage
Throw this book away

Rip out the binding and tear the glue
And all of the grief we never even knew
We had it all along
Now it's smoke

The things we've written in it
Never really happened
All the things we've written in it
Never really happened

And all of the people come and gone
Never really lived
All the people come have gone
No one to forgive
Smoke

We will not write a new one
There will not be a new one
Another one, another one

Here's an evening dark with shame
(Throw it on the fire)
Here's the time I took the blame
(Throw it on the fire)