We sat under the sky
We laughed as the hot summer weather pressed our cheeks
we sat in the dark, but her smile was the light
sitting on the bench as we smoked the pack empty
We laughed, it was summer madness

Now I sit under the sky
I weep in sadness until my tears are the only thing keeping me warm
I can’t tell how long I drifted for, but my cigarette nearly burned my fingertips
I’m sitting here on the bench with a full pack
I cry, its winter sadness
I WANT HER BACK!