there's always cigarette smoke in my face everytime I'm in your car
and the sport station is always on
and we always talk about work
and how nothing happened to you
and how I made no money

there was cigarette smoke in my face when he stood next to me
and asked me if I was going out
and I tried not to look him in the eye and while staring at my throbbing feet and my scuffed shoes
like a shy ******
i said yes
and smiled a big real one
because yet again
i made no money