The cement outside my door becomes my home as I chain smoke
And every line along my skin is from the nicotine I choke
My dress is torn while my story is written
The mosquitoes outside have every inch of me bitten

My beer's being sipped as I stare at the moon
He shouldn't be out yet, he's shining too soon
But I won't complain now, I'll just stare at the light
Blinding myself again with the beauty of night

As I'm slurped up by space and reflected by blue
Shining out with the night in a purplish hue
I give off a fake smile to resemble the stone
That lights up the night sky as its presence is shown