my mother always told me to hold my breath when I walked past a smoker.
now I inhale deeply just to prove I'm old enough to make my own promises.
when we're kissing I can feel the ash
from the flames the flicker up the walls of your lungs.
maybe that's what they mean
by secondhand smoke.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
my mother always told me to hold my breath when I walked past a smoker.
now I inhale deeply just to prove I'm old enough to make my own promises.
when we're kissing I can feel the ash
from the flames the flicker up the walls of your lungs.
maybe that's what they mean
by secondhand smoke.
