You made me no more mister nice guy
Sitting on the curb
I watch you drink beer from a can
Your skirt is just short enough
To show me your skin
Your t-shirt is covered
In some pink cartoon
In the dark you seem quiet
Your words float away
Broken windshields
Crackeling
Explosions
Carry the silence
Into the rain
"Tell me the truth?"
"Yeah, sure I guess"
"Will you kiss me even
If I taste like cigarttes"
"Yes, I will kiss you if you
Kiss me back"
So I lit her cigarette
And she lit my mind
I could get used to having you
"Not all the time"