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I want to be sitting in a chair
my little legs hanging awkwardly down
a smelly cigarette burning slowly between my little fingers
I want words to flow from lips effortlessly,
without any sort of push or pull
I want it to be natural
the cool air of the sweet summer night will fill up our lungs and mix with the strong smoke,
but we won't cough.
Instead we'll keep going, sucking in smoke and air and words until we finally feel full.
But we're never full, not even for a second
so we'll set out looking for more and more and more
and I can't believe it took me this long to get what I want.
Shame on me for wasting so many sorry nights with sorry people,
and for pretending this whole time.
With each small movement of the clock's delicate hands,
my insides were changing and no one even knew
they're bubbling know, almost on the brink of bursting
and I have to let go
and when I do I'll find my small body sitting in a chair,
and I'll be surrounded by smooth words that I will take in with ease.
my little legs hanging awkwardly down
a smelly cigarette burning slowly between my little fingers
I want words to flow from lips effortlessly,
without any sort of push or pull
I want it to be natural
the cool air of the sweet summer night will fill up our lungs and mix with the strong smoke,
but we won't cough.
Instead we'll keep going, sucking in smoke and air and words until we finally feel full.
But we're never full, not even for a second
so we'll set out looking for more and more and more
and I can't believe it took me this long to get what I want.
Shame on me for wasting so many sorry nights with sorry people,
and for pretending this whole time.
With each small movement of the clock's delicate hands,
my insides were changing and no one even knew
they're bubbling know, almost on the brink of bursting
and I have to let go
and when I do I'll find my small body sitting in a chair,
and I'll be surrounded by smooth words that I will take in with ease.