A Girl, a Smoke

A girl, a smoke, a dirty joke
I knew the moment that she spoke I’d
outlived my time

A year, a night, a get well card
A book of dirty poetry
Forgetting me can’t be that hard

Yet why do I always fall for your same lines
And why do I never laugh at the right time
And if I’ve really been here before
How do I fuck it up the same way every time

A boy, a scar, a photograph
When I’m alone I think some day I’ll
Write you a letter

I’ll say
“I’m truly sorry
To be clearly disappointing
Up close
And off stage”

Yet why do I always fall for your same lines
And why do I never laugh at the right time
And if we’ve really been here before
And yes I think we’ve been here before
Yes I think we’ve been here before
And I fear we’ve been here before and.

I think it’s like a disease
I fear it’s like a disease
I dream it’s like a disease

The way that we come back asking for more