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The Memory of Cigarettes
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The Memory of Cigarettes
You were the King And I was the sting Belonging To no one But the Mad Hatter Trap house With a lawless Spouse All things tangible And toxic Science says We’re murdering ourselves Our bodies say it’s therapeutic Our brains say This is some visionary shit Cross your heart And hold the lights So tight When we magnify The mirror The shape of Our future is haunting and disquieting There is Longing To Belong Anywhere but this quicksand life And shabby drowning Longing to Learn How to clean up this Murky parade of Cigarettes, pale spoons and give-and-take needles After the jam session briefly thankful for Enchanted cigarettes Ablaze With old love and lighters
