This Brief Life/Death

The new sound of old music feels the the air at 2 am
There’s more to living then just having dreams
More to it than just the “You and me”
Its just me and my smoke; my only friend
a cigarette I’ve never abandoned
And I’m wanting more than just the thought of happiness
The morning is never fast enough and we’re just doing what feels right.
I’m talking to a memory now

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