I can tell
That you’re nervous
By the way
That your eyes
Dart away
Like you just remembered
What happened
Yesterday
And by the way
Your leg is having
It’s own little seizure
And by the way
You can’t even hold
Your **** cigarette
Still

Just trust me
It’ll be okay
And we will still
Be here tomorrow
And you still
Won’t be able
To smoke
Like a proper
Cynical *******