I guess I went looking for the pain again
to remind me where I stood but then
it doesn't hurt as much this time around
because...
you're only as good as your last cigarette
& only as handsome as your hair slicked back
& I let the sun hit my face again
& I've let other guys ask me out again
because...
well, I thought you were all I needed
but your whiskey became plain
& your motorcylce lost its shine
damn cigarette smoke steals my air
and your face no longer suits my design
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