Smoke from a cigarette
Making stupid little bets
We'd sit on the stairs
Not giving a care
About what others thought
Our minds would wander like empty parking lots
Drink until the bottles hollow
Saying things we'll regret tomorrow
Until then
Let's drink and forget the sorrow
YOU ARE READING
I think you think too much of me
PoetryIt's 9 in the afternoon and your eyes are the size of the moon...
