When I'm with you you're my whole focus of attention.
My universe spins around you, you're all of creation.

Last time you were there, I was there, but I was not with you.
I was high, then ******, I was gone.
I was struggling to think, to breathe, to take the world in.
And wasted a precious chance, to know you in my trance.

Today I can't get you out of my thoughts, and I'm not sure if I want you out at all.

Black coffee and cigarette, are my breakfast for the day;
they hurt my throat, clear my mind, ease my thought.
But you're still here, always present, haunting me.

My ashes rain up, my smoke dissipates,
night comes, then day breaks;
and the moon is come and gone,
she waxes, then she wanes; and you're still here, for how long?

I'm in pain, in shame, I'm hurt.
I've lost my bet, I never affected you, nor caught your thought.

My mind shall again be mine, but for now it is with you, on the other side.