I can’t give you up yet, my cigaretteI’m immersed, breath you inYour taste, my smell, our touchevery breath spent togetherdrink you down, all awayends taste bitterbut you’re all inside of meI can’t hold youI exhale
With silencethey still dancebut all is lostand I fall offland in pastallow it griparound my wristssink in No-Thingsense can’t findthe middle meIt holds me stillwho’ll never spilldrips of releasejust my final red