He's showing me the song.
I have the dregs of blanket
Collected around my legs.
He used coffee-shaking lighter
To light cigarette
And as he smokes it,
The exhales cover
The sun,
But it's still staring
Into my eyes-
Burning a sun impression
Against my eyelids
In electric green.
And the smoke stings
My sleepless eyes,
So I close them
And breathe like
A fish out of water
Until I'm breathing the chords
And finally recognize something.