Lighting a cigarette always brings back memories of our time together
Everytime I inhale, I hear your laugh
It brings back the smell of your jacket made of leather
Of that chain you always wore with class
I find it hard to breathe lately
Maybe it’s because I’m addicted
The smoke brings me back to you immediately
It’s the only way for me to feel close to you, I guess it’s twisted.
So I light another cigarette
Inhale deeply to remember the taste of your lips
Remembering the first time we met
And I admit, those are my best trips.
I miss you
S.W.
