i smoke and i think of you

I wake up and I think of you
And I look out of my window
It is grey and the lights stopped
Glittering a long time ago
And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke

I pour my coffee and I think of you
My mugs are stained, the blemishes plaster the
Cups and never come off. They have left
Their mark, exactly they way you stamped yours
And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke

The shower beats my skin and I think of you
I scrub; I scratch my pores with soap
But the filth resides, it clings and
Fills my orifices. I am choked by dirt
And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke

I exist through my days and I think of you
Everything is dampened by desolation and every
One has your eyes. This city repulses me, it sneers
At me and growls ‘there is nothing to keep you here’
And I smoke and I smoke and I smoke.