Break the window,
fake the claim,
run away and,
start the game.

Call the cops,
take my name,
look me in the eye,
and win the game.

Smoke will never help forget,
but, taken back a single lapse,
can make a mist, turn you black
rewrite the story: that and that.

I wrote a letter to you today;
burned it and my thoughts away.
I coughed and coughed and stole the rain,
a few more and I'll win the game

Coughed again, one more time
stole the clothes all strewn the floor,
stole the clothes, yours and mine
a little less now, for a little more.

Try and try
to play the game
of memory
to lose the pain.

Bring it back.
Never now.
Never then.
Never how?

Took one more for just-in-case.
Took one more and forgot the place
we met, we kissed, we fought our first
we laughed, we cried, we saw it burst.

Forget the burst, it's the game.
The smiles, the tears: both are pain.
And so I cough again and smile
and make it feel a long long while