And now I feel sick to my stomach because I had a dream we were on the same team and I found you with a group you'd never be found with and you asked me to smoke a cigarette with you and I didn't know what to do so I accepted because let's be honest, I'd do anything to see you, and even in that dream I never saw you take a drag, only release smoke and get filled with its horrible chemicals then you passed it to me, I sighed because I was watching you practically die but take a drag or two anyways because fuck it, what's the use? You don't want to listen to me say to stop and I can't be a hypocrite. But darling I want you to know, I'll never see you as anything less.
