A message each morning
And one in the evening
Someone to confide in
A fresh breath of honesty
A quick sense of humor
The laughter long gone
Echoes in the distance
No guilt and no worries
You are so rushed
Patience is running out
The days grow darker
Just like you
The ashtray gets
Its fair share of cigarettebuds

We waited
...and waited
...and waited

And then you pressed delete
The ashtray broke
The negativity is gone