Smoke

Smoke, rising off the cold hard desolate concrete
Damp, rising through my tattered canvas shoes
Bums, looking more and more like me each day
Thumbs, ridden with the dark black sludge of tar

Get me through the day with the help of a close network of friends. GONE!
Slipping further from me now with every day

Smiths, coursing through my veins and slowing me
With every second on the…
Takes you far away from clarity
But it’s good [its good]
Good ‘cos I can’t bare the stilling silence
And it’s good [its good] good because now I don’t have to [inaudible]

Get you through the day with the help of a close network of buddies, my buddies but they’re gone, slipping further from me every day
And I don’t like the pain! No I don’t like the pain

[But who does? A couple I met outside of dusk that’s who, and they told me all about how they like to slice each other up. And the cuts, oh the cuts! And they cut me too! And I still got it, a scar all down my back. They cut me deep and the pain it lasts for up to two whole weeks and you feel it when you’re walking down the street! But that’s why they like it.]