I'm out of breath choking on cigs that we're smoking
Our clothes midnight black, eye colors opposing
Get blurred with blinding tears, I spot you you spot me
We look at each other while nervously rocking
My hands won't stop shaking, it's cold there, lungs aching
I think it's a bad dream but I am not waking
Silence makes me think we don't speak the same language
Cig butt burns in my mouth, something good is ending