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| I remember sitting outside with my coffee The rain tapping against my head And I take another drag of my cigarette I remember being a different person I used to dream about beautiful things And the kiss of dew on a weekday morning The cherry of my cigarette glows red with fear Falling deep in love with the night I remember haunting the midnight hours Watching as the whole world slips out of context Like a black moon, a lunar halo above the earth The smoke wanders from my mouth irrelevant and beautiful Every cigarette was made to use once and then dispose of I remember a hymn sounding to the streets The notes moving and bending in the air Scaling the stained glass windows of a church Violently looking for a way out The smoke inside my lungs doesn't exist anymore And I know I am ready to be destroyed now |