I remembered it when you last walked out the door
I remembered it when you left me with a heart beaten and torn
It was just like yesterday, and it felt like yesterday
The day you left me for that rich guy in your hometown city.
You know me, I never solved my own problems once
But truth is, I did, unknowingly, with a fire that burns an answer through a roll that puffs out a smoke of thought that leaves burning questions in my mind.
It made me think, hey, is this really the answer? Yes
Did I needed it? Yes?
Does it matter? Yes.
Does one more stick solve anything? YES.
A single roll of paper with an ecstacy that makes me go to a dreamland where I can just be happy, something that would take me away from the reality of me, of us, of things that had never happened or will never happen
It made me escape reality.
And tonight after you left me, for the last time, I reached out for the lighter and started the fire, and burned down my lungs in your memory because I remember the last time when you walked out the door, the day you left me for that rich guy in your hometown city, I remember when I killed you with a gun in my land of ecstacy
