As I stand smoking cancer sticks
In the torrential downpour outside
Drinking the smoke
And breathing out the toxins
An old woman passes
To tell me that death will find me quicker
If I don't stop lighting memories on fire
So I smile at her
Shaking the fog from my eyes
Letting them swim
With all the promises I couldn't keep
Tilting my head to let them drip from my ears
Onto the tired pavement
I lick my weathered lips and
Offer her the words
I've been afraid to say
Since I've been floating on the wind
Without you to keep me grounded
*Do you promise?