like smoke
you can fill a room
and be gone just as quickly
all you need is a way out
but you won't find your way back into this room
the guys upstairs got tired of the door slamming
so they locked it
i would let you back in
if i thought you might stay
just for a little while
but you never do
in and out
like the burger joint
fast food love
you must like it
knowing that someone
somewhere
is hung up on you
a sorry excuse for a person
i feel like i'm wasting ink
because one day you'll use it all up
and words can't go as far as thoughts

i'll catch the next bus
i don't want to breathe you in