My room smells like an old friends house,

her mother used to sit by the window

as we ate horrible pancakes

and she'd go through a pack.

I heard she's still following her daughter

from country to country

the divorce took a toll on her, ey?

Camel cigarettes and a shitty lighter.

Used to carry it around in my bag in Math class --

did you see that teacher? Yeah,

nobody liked him.

I still remember his voice though,

how strange. I remember -

Holding onto it like a crutch, do you, no,

of course you don't. You

wouldn't remember me in a year.

They're all dead anyway,

They aren't coming back and nobody

talks about them.

I won't talk to them even if they talk to me.

But ;

Do you think we are going to be / like this / forever?

Ha, you get nose bleeds all the time.

I hope it kills me this time - hope

we end up five miles south

deep far underground. One addiction was enough and

I DON'T NEED LECTURING ANYMORE.