A Drag From Another Cigarette

Everything used to be so simple. Get up in the morning grab something black to wear. Grab the phone and make some plans with my friends. But now I don't know who's my enemy and who's my friend. I'm not sure of where my future will take me or when itll end. All i know is the past is my bed, and the memories; my pillow. The morning my quilt and the night my party. Friends to pick me up and drag me all over town. Meet new people and just wander. But now where do i go, what have i done. This life is full of regrets, reminds me of the smoke from a cigarette. The future that is, its wispy and can always change. If you drag your hand through the smoke, your destiny is always changing. Everything was so simple.