She blew smoke out of the corner of her mouth
And I loved her more every time she did it
Feet beat rhythm, rhythm
On the pavement cracked and stained
Lines never looked so smooth
As they did to either side of her
In dead spaces, all, lit bleak
"It gets the taste out better, water
Better than gin, I don't know why."
My heart screams curses
Running on ***** Camels, running
Shaking pulsing, kicking, dry
"Takes two Spirits to get like this
Two ******* Spirits, waste," I spit
Spit hits the ground in fat rain drops,
"Why smoke if you can't stand the taste?" she breathes, so slow
Why smoke at all? For the health of it?
I smoke for you, my love
All jacked up on cigarettes for you
Don't question it, don't inquire.
She blew smoke out of the corner of her mouth
Cancerous, our hearts beat low.