A year ago
you kissed me under the fireworks.
I chainsmoked
way too many cigarettes,
you complained of me tasting
like smokey mints.
Now I'm chain smoking
way too many cigarettes,
praying you'll text me back,
praying you'll see me tonight.
We can get drunk, if you want.
I won't complain about cheap beer.
You can get high, if you want.
I won't complain.
Just text me back.
Just see me.
Just tell me that you'd still love me
and I'm not wasting my time
again.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
A year ago
you kissed me under the fireworks.
I chainsmoked
way too many cigarettes,
you complained of me tasting
like smokey mints.
Now I'm chain smoking
way too many cigarettes,
praying you'll text me back,
praying you'll see me tonight.
We can get drunk, if you want.
I won't complain about cheap beer.
You can get high, if you want.
I won't complain.
Just text me back.
Just see me.
Just tell me that you'd still love me
and I'm not wasting my time
again.
"You and I were fireworks that went off too soon."
