"don’t you light that cigarette
unless you want a life of regret
and if you light up that cigarette
i’ll open up my pack
and join you in the lounge
against the bitter wind
in the middle of our last winter"
- and we’ll walk home together and part ways a few streets up and i’ll bid you good night as you whisper something i didn’t quite hear.
and when i ask “what?” you get shy and turn around and take your leave.
alright alright i’ll you later eh and i linger for a moment and then take my part.

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