9:15pm
We're jaded
No longer pleased with the midnight serenades and cigarettes
We yearn for something so simple
Each other
But it will never work
Because you love the heat and I love the cold
Scorching hot soup running down through your lungs
Clashing with my desire to wrapped in garments of grey
We wither away
Small and insignificant
Like the ashes from your cigarette
Oh, your cigarette
You do it in vain and I do it for everything
If only we could see the beauty in ourselves
We're falling
Like the ashes from your cigarette
Oh, your cigarette