When I find out about reality
my heart sinks a thousand feet
and I blame myself for my naivety
I kiss my cigarette hello
and on the smoke I drift
to a world up in the clouds
the only world where I can dance
and fight the urge to repair reality
with wisps of smoke and cloud
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I like the kissing of the cigarette, a poor substitute to bring some stimulation. And drifting on smoke to the clouds is a very poetic image
afjksafdjsg hittade massa felstavningar i den nu gah XD stör mig.
I like kissing cigarettes. =)
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