Found your cigarette one half, smoked in a pack on the ground Saved it for a week before I smoked it with the shades drawn down Purgatory lurking as the morning crawls to the sky Counting pine needles on my back till my lips run dry Do you still talk a lot of shit, when you, get the chance? Do you still talk a lot of shit, when you, should hold your breath? Fingertip tulips blurred sunlight through the window panes Sitting by my phone because I miss just hearing you complain Origami hearts, bending with the sun and the moon Tearing at the edge, folded up, just to break too soon Do you still talk a lot of shit, when you, get the chance? Do you still talk a lot of shit, when you, should hold your breath? Smoke it out with the shades drawn down Smoke it out with the shades drawn down