I was wondering if you forgot my voice
in between sleepy sips of coffee,
if maybe you found solace
in daydreams, or nightmares, about us.

I am wondering if maybe your lips
found home in the curve of anothers neck,
and maybe your voice carried,
a lullaby in another girls ears.

I was wondering if you'd still hold me
as the rest of the world held my throat,
although I told them it was only
your hands I wanted to feel.

I am wondering if you meant it
with the promises of smoking Newports
and building a home in the sheets
that should be wrapped around our legs.

I was wondering if you made little promises
to other girls with vacant eyes
and dangerous habits, so that maybe
you could save them, too.

I was wondering why you would
fall in love with my mind, when you could have
the smooth curves and beaming smiles
of beautiful girls with big wallets.

and babe, I am still wondering why
you hate to see me smoking
when you do just the same,
and if its deadly things that scare you,
you better stay away from me.