I suppose i fell back in love with smoke

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My friends live on islands,
My friends live on mountains,
My friends live inplaces
Far far away.
So I cross over bridges, I climb over ridges, I count the dead things on the highway, until I see them again.

Distance is glamorous, but distance seems ominous , I’ve got a cigarette box that is filled to the top
With love letters I haven’t sent and sorrows I’ve never spent
Sentimental grownup tales never told

The change of faith that I haven’t.
I Can not explain simple daily occurrences.
The characters enter as often they exit, they leave me alone.

The boys I thought beautiful are all dead now or in law school,
I’ve lost all their numbers and I just don’t remember
All the streets, all the houses, all the bars, all the apartments;
Something happened here once, it was beautiful but I just don’t recall

And I picture myself: I’m walking down on seventh street
My hair was long then and in my face, a winter coat clutched around me
And it’s there that I see myself stuck in the life of a young man oh god I thought that I had killed him long ago