You held whiskey in one hand and a cigarette on the other.
With indifference you looked at dancing girls.
Then you put on a hood and...
this moment when you took a drag.
The shape of your cheekbones is perfect.
You closed your eyes for a moment and you kicked.
You didn't care about anything.
You're a fucking egoist, liar and addicted smoker.
But all I need is just your smoke, lies and some love.