"bad joke" lyrics

Grew up in a small town, word gets around
Sounds like the start of a bad joke
I hold onto your kiss, ghost on your lips
It smells of cigarette smoke
I know I confused this, calling it true love
Lust is all that you think you know
Watched too many movies
You right beside me, thinking we could go slow

Grew up in a small town, word grew around
Found out the end of the bad joke
I feel every misstep, every lost bet
Better yet I'm no one to let go
You asked me for more time, I said it's fine
I lied, honey, I think you know
We won't work it all out
If I called now, you'd die to tell I misspoke

Grew out of a small town, let your back down
And now you laugh at its bad jokes
Same bar every weekend, do you mention
Old friends and cigarette smoke?