08-07-2015, 10:41 PM
The smoke, hazy smoke, never goes away.
Pick up a fallen angel on a cracked sidewalk,
pass an hour in a twenty dollar therapy.
Though I don't really know my sins no more,
Light a fire and leave her lower on the curb.
an' the smoke, driftin' smoke won't go away.
Pick up cruisin' down forgotten roads,
chasin' stones and throwin' toads in the mud with you.
Till I almost get the lines to meet,
but lose 'em with a memory I won't disturb.
So I smoke another smoke on the way.
Still, the bad thoughts crash through,
all the bad things I've been, the evil with-in.
and I swerve toward a tree, or bridge, or me,
and finish it but I haven't got the nerve.
To go in smoke, flame and smoke, and fade away.
