as the smoke rises in the chilly air and my friends laugh and smoke cigarettes are passed, and people's private lives are trashed and the night passes on george is gone, his eyes closing slowly and we just sit i watch as one by one, my friends begin to depart and all over town people turn in matt just closes his eyes too, as the smoke takes hold and i just watch, growing less bold and champ just goes "hello?" twenty times the smoke curls up, and the world goes to sleep its three-fifty one, and we pretend to herd sheep and jesse looks for angel, as do i ten minutes till johnathan leaves, stoned out of his mind the night quiets down, and the club scene is done i count backward, from ten to one now comes the decision, how the fuck do i get home risk the wrath of my mother i look around, and begin to walk and its all i can do not to choke because of their ten-minute smoke i have no one else, and i cannot talk as i turn and go, something hits me i don't know why i come here, but i know ill never leave its the only place i wanna be, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. as i leave them to there smoke i look at them and crack ill be back save me a toke
Reason for writing:
leaving my friends smoking at six-o'clock...
Birth sign: Aries
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