Kissing Things

It was a shallow ocean, it was a very blue 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