i don't smoke. sorry I mean, I let my cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag. sorry I mean, I don't want the nicotine; I want the acrid smoke that reminds me of my mother. sorry, I mean, I don't smoke, except for when I'm missing you. sorry, I mean, if you need to be mean, be mean to me I can take it and put it inside of me. sorry, I mean, if your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room, you can lean on my arm as you break my heart.



















