tokuyama

He's stolen cigarette smoke covering up the lies And she's a temporary fix in a lonely city. His hands wander more than they should for "just friends" And she wonders what else there could be. Some days she'll sit on the swing set down the road And watch the people walk past, And some days that's just not enough, So she turns up her music and climbs high enough to see the city lights. Some days he refuses to go outside And she can never quite decide if she should run to him or away from him. He's stolen cigarette smoke and a tiny puff of truth And she's beginning to be a little more permanent than this lonely city allows. He pretends like