I talk to the moon every night,
During my evening smoke break.
Bathed in moonlight,
Her and I,
Waltzing around the subject of goodbye.
Inquire of my lonliness
As if my memoirs
were written anonymous
Whisper to the nebulous clouds
resembling smoke from my lit cigarette
nothing to make a sound
Looping over and over on a cassette
i know you hurt me and you think its funny but i still love you and i still miss you