I’m indulging in a bit of everything at the moment. I’ve got my fingers sticky in the sugary sweets of many different candy bags. I’m even licking my fingertips after each plunge and pulling the salt and sweet together from my skin. Don’t you wish you could be free like me? Doesn’t it look fun?
There are times we must say goodnight to things that once made us happy but have lost the ability to do so. We often don’t want to, but moving on is the only way to keep the pleasant memories as they are.
I don’t like cigarettes, but seeing one dangle from your lips gives me a charge. You’re so casual too, pinching it between your fingers and dragging in the poison. You filter out the really bad stuff and let the rest blow like a whistle from your lips.
I’m writing you a memory. So far the bad out numbers the good, but I’m trying to remedy that. It took a little bit of work coming up with something to tip the scales slightly the other way. I don’t know if that’s a bad omen.
Cheap thrills hold a special place in my heart. Too many people toss them off as disposable feelings you have to peel off as if they were a spent rubber glove. Anything that can put that look on your face when you look at me can be called whatever it wants, just don’t look away.