We sit in a circle
We're playing Russian Roulette
With life
And I think you're going to lose
You light it up
Take a hit
And in that moment
I see what your life could be
Forever
And
I. Don't. Want it.
You pass it over
I take a hit
And the acrid taste
Does not make me feel
Any different
I sit in silence
And watch you
smile
And you think you've won
But really,
we've both lost
You the game,
and I, you.