I'm like a gate way drug.
I'm a starting point.
A late night bad decision.
The desperate act of a man feeling low.

*You want me because I'm the only thing
that wants you back.

I like walking in the
Middle of the road when
The stop lights suddenly
Look like stars and I
Can watch the smoke of my
Cigarette carry every word
I was never able to say.

I always hope for rain.
I pretend I'm being washed
By all the tears of the moment,
If only to comfort the outcry
By soaking it into my skin.

I try to picture myself
On top of the wet pavement,
But all I can see is the reflection
Of the sky. How funny it seems
When looking down.