She leaves, she turns and walks away
Is that all I am, a puff of smoke?
So I do a ****, I do a wisp and then I blow away
But I wish, oh I wish to be inhaled
Then I would be but smoke in lungs
But Ash on lips
But gray soot in the corner of your mind
Tap tap tap on the dirtied Glass
There is nothing left to find
There's no longer a spark
Or a little glow
Just sad crumpled cigarette butts
All lined up in a row.