Your absence becomes more apparent
The longer I sit here
I smile
You look away
I watch you take another drag on your cigarette
I'm jealous, I'll admit
I wish I was that cigarette
So that your lips might long for mine
I should go
But my ******* keeps smiling
As if I can guilt you into loving me again.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:01 PM UTC
Your absence becomes more apparent
The longer I sit here
I smile
You look away
I watch you take another drag on your cigarette
I'm jealous, I'll admit
I wish I was that cigarette
So that your lips might long for mine
I should go
But my ******* keeps smiling
As if I can guilt you into loving me again.
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