"hi, can i drive?"
"no, haha, just come in."
"can you drive me home? actually.."
"sure, come!"

tiny black car and beautiful interior you got there.

"have you set your seatbelt on?"
"sure! let's go!"
"no, no, put it on right. i dont want you ended up like our friend.."
"don't say that.. i put it on right. we're gonna be okay."

smell of the ambi pur you got there, take me to an ****** scent to my nose.

"where we go now?"
"dont you say you want to go back home?"
"oh, sure!"
"no, no, no, i know something better."

you keep the windshield closed, make your breath even warmer.

"hey, is it the route to the city side?"
"yeah, why? you don't want to go there?"
"uh, actually i have a lot of tasks to do."
"oh.. okay, I'll just drive you home then."

the keychain you got on your back mirror, it's shining and pink.

"..."
"..."
"cough."
"..."

i start to look at the wood we passed by. it's silent.

"..."
"..."
"I.."
"yeah?"

it's a beautiful voice you got there, with every kind of melt you made me.

"I... kinda.."
"turn left! that's my home, the orange one."
"oh, oh, okay."
"okay, stop here."

the car just stopped. left the noise of the machine we heard.

"thanks."
"ah, sure."

i look into your eyes like you did. you want to tell me something.

"ah, Dy?"
"yeah, Sunny?"
"it's a beautiful car you got there. thanks for the ride."
"ah.."

it's a beautiful car you got there. I'm sorry to say that, because my words are just lost in your eyes.

×

from your hand,
to your lips,
i asked you to bite up
and light the cigarette

your breath,
when you start to ****,
is an ****** scene in my head
that was your first cigarette

your cough,
but a second more you laugh,
ask me to keep firing the thing
you keep smoke, but i know you hate it

the part of last night,
you hope you don't smoke again after that night
i said, yes, you don't have to smoke after this
you said, yes, you don't have to smoke after this

that night was an impulsive night for me,
i barely breath because i hate cigarette,
it killed my father,
but that night, you tried to **** yourself

that night was beautiful for me,
your lips taste bitter, but it's kinda unique for me,
and again you said to me,
that was the Last Cigarette you smoke.


×

the 20 meters away sight,
just in case you never look at me
I'm standing here,
look at you like one-way-mirror.

too bad for called it love,
admire you is the one thing that keeps me alive
your flaws that I see
from 20 meters away.