Outside the wind is tearing the world apart.
But we're safe in here.
You were there in my past, but I cant quite remember you, the memories elude me like unsettled ghosts.
This room is full of sad people, but the future belongs to those with stained hands.
I wonder what I would have to trade to gain your gift, I'll just keep practicing.
We aren't going anywhere, so I'm just going to drink this pineapple juice and watch the patterns in the smoke.