this is a quiet town
where the roads are covered in snow. 
and I am the marlboro fairy, 
spreading my ash in the dead of night

with my hair in blonde knots
savoring the delicate drags of my cigarette.
all the little children sleep sound,
and dream of me.

my ghosted footprints
silently appearing beneath the streetlight

as ashes fly away with wind for sails
I barely am breathing out
nor making a sound.

I'm the marlboro fairy of midway drive
I'm a college freshman born in '95
I am the future of at least one of your children,
I am the cigarette butts stashed,
by the side of the building.

I have a life that I go back to at night,
I don't leave this house without a light.
there is dog hair and dust and ugliness
that waits to welcome me inside,

but I'm the Marlboro fairy
and I've got so much to hide.