You Shouldn't Smoke Because When You Smoke the Smoke Goes Up To the Sky and Makes the Clouds Less Pretty
Across from me,
running fingers through your hair.
Remembering all that once was there.
Don't be afraid to tell me what you're hiding from.
You've been looking for a chance to destroy your lungs.
With stereo headphones,
I ask what you hear.
It's left channel playing in both your ears.
Maybe you're just scared to realize just yet.
How different you are from the day we met.