by Noise Pollution

I thought that it ran deeper
and maybe I didn’t need to feed her
stupid little thoughts from my head
but she clung to every line, every word that I said
I thought that I could see her
but I was in the back of the theater
these stupid little thoughts in my head
I thought I didn’t need this, every word that she said
I thought there was a meaning there
through the haze and the smoke we were so scared
These stupid little thoughts that I get
I thought I didn’t need this, I need a cigarette
a lit match under a bright moon
a small wish and a light swoon
and the smoke, it curls past my fingertips,
and the fire goes out but the memory sticks
around, around.
Always around,
around, around.