Talk To You

I know smoking is bad for you

But I'll take any excuse just to talk to you

Caught up at this party with nobody that I know

But it's better than just standing here alone

I saw your dark red soft matte lipstick print around your cigarette past empty bottles

Through the fog I fought for the chance of me taking you home

I thought you looked so cool on the front porch smoking on the phone in your black heeled boots then

From that second on my eyes they were tied to your waist like a drone

Now I walk away from everyone to try to catch my breath