Smokes and Stains
Caressing my mind with thoughts of our love
An afternoon vibe while I wait here
And I don't mind waiting for hours or so
Because it is you.
Cigarettes and stories to tell
Every single day to different faces
And I don't mind repeating our love story
Because it is you and me.
Smokes fading, cigarette butts on the floor
I'm feeling high, feeling demential
My addiction to you is towering
I'm in prison but still reveling.
Cigarette butts and coffee stains
Feeling numb, eyes fixed at the ceiling
Knowing that "us" not even a happenstance
Because it's just me and stories in my hand.
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