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.