I see you in the chair on my front porch when I'm alone and it's dark.
It all goes quiet after a while.
It's easy to lose count of how much you've smoked when the air is cold.
Whether it's puffs of cold air or puffs of cigarette smoke,
I can't tell
It doesn't matter anyway.
I'm still thinking of you.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
I see you in the chair on my front porch when I'm alone and it's dark.
It all goes quiet after a while.
It's easy to lose count of how much you've smoked when the air is cold.
Whether it's puffs of cold air or puffs of cigarette smoke,
I can't tell
It doesn't matter anyway.
I'm still thinking of you.
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