I love picking up where we left off
smoke (my motif)
fills our lungs and this room
waiting for what happens next
bet you didn't see this one coming
I've stopped faking (what you may ask?)
I know now
they'll never care
so we'll use each other
as often as we can
we'll use each other
for cigarettes
and what comes in between
and I hope you don't mind when
I don't care as much as used to
and I hope you don't get the wrong idea
I left my emotions
strangled on the floor of someone else's room
I left them there to die
because he was willing to watch them rot
and never get around to taking out the trash
so, there they'll sit
with my emotions lies all hope
that I'll ever survive
I'm pushing aside the thought of failure
only to have it come rushing back to me
ten times stronger
and in the middle of the night
so give me another drag
this could take a while
you'll never know or care
what happened in between times
and I'll keep it that way
to keep me safe from having to
go back and take out his garbage myself
you wouldn't get it
it's that "are you ok?" that I was looking for
was that a hit of sincerity I heard?
who am I kidding
sincerity is overrated