I Smoke and I Think of You

I wake up and I think of you And I look out of my window It is grey and the lights stopped Glittering a long time ago And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke I pour my coffee and I think of you My mugs are stained, the blemishes plaster the Cups and never come off. They have left Their mark, exactly they way you stamped yours And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke The shower beats my skin and I think of you I scrub; I scratch my pores with soap But the filth resides, it clings and Fills my orifices. I am choked by dirt And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke I exist through my days and I think of you Everything is dampened by desolation and every One has your eyes. This city repulses me, it sneers At me and growls ‘there is nothing to keep you here’ And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke.