(no subject)
i tried to tell you how i felt
i tried to make you understand
i tried to understand this myself
the lighter is shaking and my cigarette is burning
i breathe in every hit as hard as i possibly can, just to calm down
you sit there, steady playing with your phone with your head down.
on the verge of crying, i grab my keys
get up and start to open the door
you ask where im going
i just look at you, blank
give me that look
i'll give you mine
unsteady now
my hand is on the knob
you're laying down
Not even a flinch
one hit left
I look at you one more time.
I look at the ashtray
one more hit...left
you're dead.