"Cigrattes and regrets"
One step back Two steps back And then he looked at me like I was a fucking painting With those soft brown eyes I wanted to stay I wanted to drown I wanted to gulp 'em down. All those salts But I took another step back Because God forbid, I had burned him down Each day And all those memories. Slowly Sweetly With counted drags of cigarettes, regrets, and bitter swallows of 'em sunsets watched alone.