The first time burned and my lungs filled with something different and my eyes watered as I let out an innocent cough

The second time was with you and my eyes watered less and I only felt a small pinch

The third time we were together again and you took pictures as I blew smoke rings and kissed your nose and I think you saw the Milky Way in my eyes

But anytime after that kind of melts and mingles in my mind because love and *** and cigarettes all seem to run together