I recall the taste of cigarettes on your breath
The sound of words to figure you out.
Talking about life love and meaning-
about this newly embraced feeling.
Our time is short. Our time is fleeting.
Keep me close and breathe me in.
I don't know when we'll meet again.
I'll find my way through hurricanes.
I'll find my way it'll be the same.
Smoke filled rooms and the feeling that I'll never leave
New Years Eve in the past.
I know know that. I'm not normally like this.
I know that I'm searching in darkness for a diamond.
I think I've found it.
We're counting down the days anyway.
I'll stay at home alone in my room
til I have nothing left for you.
I'll stay at home drunk in my room.
You can never regret what you forget.
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