We smoke at a house within stumbling distance of fast food.
                                                                            [Such a bad idea.]
I couldn't tell you how long we stay or what we talk about,
          ["Who's downstairs?"]
But I usually laugh so hard I run out of sound and air.
                   ["I want to say it's Matt, but he's right here."]
My eyelids gradually drift together until they're completely closed.
         ["Is she okay?"]
It takes me a while to notice, sometimes.
                  ["Of course she is. Look at that smile."]
I can't light a lighter.
       ["Seriously? Aren't you like a genius? Just watch-"]
I won't let them teach me either.
                ["Okay, fine. You're lucky we like you."]
It's the quietest I can ever manage to be.
       ["Look at that smile."]
I'm just sinking and floating.
                                                                           [Such a good idea.]