I'M Out of Cigarettes
Feels like the pavement runs out
And the bottles always empty
And sometimes I can feel
I don't really like it here
But the taste is familiar.
There are a few fond moments here
But memories are always
second best
And all of these pictures are geting blurry
They got wet in the flood last spring
And probably
The poppers last Wednesday
And now that I think about it
I'm not sure
If I dreamt them up later
It's nice that we are older
cause most of us don't remember
most nights now.
The dreams can be better stories.
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