I knew this girl
Who use to live for a God
But now had to find her own
meaning.
We all stood outside
Flicking dreams off our American Spirits
And there she was.

Scribbling on her cancerstick
She laughed and said
You write the moment on the killer
and smoke it away.

It’s a reminder
Everything is fleeting
And kills you in the end.

I think about her a lot.