When we were young and trying to understand it all. Also I'm crushing your head. Also apparently you could smoke in bars when I wrote this one?
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"About this much", she said
As she holds my head
In the space between a thumb and forefinger
A quarter inch apart
And I try to explain the propensity
In the moment between breaths;
Smoke drifts over the table
I shut my mouth and hold my drink
And I'm certain conjecture will be the death of us
And I swear, conjecture will be the death of us all
Words fail so easily
Incomprehension makes an enemy
Concocting lexicons
That only exist within our hearts
My friend, you're still a heartbomb
Is your breathing still an art?
Caffeinated on your floor for a bed
Combing last night from the knots in your hair
And I'm certain conjecture will be the death of us
And I swear, conjecture will be the death of us all
She cuts a strange figure
I've got my hands on my hips
Shut up and drink.