you left such a sweet taste in my mouth
kind of like this swisher sweet
you left me suspended in air
between thinking and being
breathing and not
you're the never ending stream of smoke
that caresses the corner of my mouth
still in my lungs
but constantly leaving me
why this has me feeling nostalgic
i really can't say
i don't know if i can trust it
i've always heard nostalgia is a ***** liar
that tricks you into believing it was better then
but i feel like it was better
when you were solid
and in front of me
i can't hold you still now
remember you're the smoke from my mouth
you dance in front of my eyes
with a smirk teasing to show
forever disappearing yet present
how easily smoke drifts away from me
you do the same
i miss the sadness
from the day you left
at least i was still feeling
vanilla incense burning  
and the smoke has me fixated
nothing tells it to disappear into the air
it just knows
you're like smoke
but aren't at the same time
nobody told you to disappear into the air
you decided it yourself
you chose to become smoke
and constantly leave me
and i just want to know why