When the package ends and when I drink the last crumpled cigarette out of my pocket
Then I'll think of you, only you, Because only you
Only your body can give my mind the peace it seeks
And as I think of you I feel the light smoke from the cigarette that I saved in that caffe on my face and fly
I remember that library we first met and our dreams collided one by one.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
When the package ends and when I drink the last crumpled cigarette out of my pocket
Then I'll think of you, only you, Because only you
Only your body can give my mind the peace it seeks
And as I think of you I feel the light smoke from the cigarette that I saved in that caffe on my face and fly
I remember that library we first met and our dreams collided one by one.
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