And I'd ask you again if you have a lighter
I'm not smoking yet, but I think I might.
I just need something to take me away
'cause these dusty wings don't seem
to do the trick anymore. There's a tower
blocking my only ray of sun shining hope
and everyone seems to test my luck
not that I have anything left on my
lucky streak, it all died when your ghost
decided it was more fun to linger here
reminding me what it's like to be the one
haunted instead of the one haunting.
****, I miss those days, being the one
everyone muses about in their dreams.

So I'll ask you one more time, if you've
got a lighter out here with you. I swear
I'm not smoking but I just might.
'Cause I'd leave every memory of you
of us at the station if it didn't already
know the way home. I'd drop them off in
a box outside the shelter down town,
but that only works with puppies and
kittens too cute to keep. (shush don't
correct me, I don't have the strength
to break again.) If it helps, I'll just
hold the cigarette between my bleeding lips
I'll taste what I can as harmlessly as
possible and when the smoke finally pulls
away the last piece of my life source
I promise to say you tried to stop me
but I wouldn't listen because I didn't
know how. Don't worry I'll find my way out

someday.