Town

Smoking by your house, filter wrapped up in your mouth

Think about when I rolled it, think about the poor guy who sold it

Catching life in town, trying not to think out loud

And then you did I told them, and turn around and tell you I told them

You just stand and stare frozen

And I stand ashamed with the feelings I named as numbness

People I blamed, for what's mine, and they said it's fine but how can it be

How can it be

Watching as you write, turning cold words into time

I would but I lose track, disappear as soon as I look back