We communicate with smoke signals
A code neither of us understand
For you i pine but you dont have the time,
so you go your way and ill go mine
i hope we meet up later on down the line.
so years later we meet and now im a full grown child
and you a spoiled woman
i cant give you the life you deserve or the world you crave
so you go forward and ill go back
i hope we catch up with each other on the track
ten years later you pass me by without even a glance
with some dumb guy on your arm
he doesnt yet know all you do is harm
so you go upward and ill go down
ill see you in hell we when we die