Boy of my dreams,
On the night of my life,
Offers me my first,
"Cigarette?"
You've got
A campfire-made halo.
Such a beautiful smile.
I carry only one around,
So when I see you once more,
I can offer you (not your first)
"Cigarette?"
And use
Your beautiful smile
And hope
You feel like I
Did.
"I quit."
And this cigarette goes,
Back into my pocket,
And I do too.
Silly, stupid, and something-ly so.