Smoke

To H

Everytime I think of you,
I feel low and become blue.
I don't know why, I don't know how
Maybe I'm just hopeless to be with you...

I loved our first date
Though it was a bit fancy
Enjoying our time with coffee and tea
Whilst at the back of my mind, I hope this is fate.

Our second was romantic, intimate and sweet.
The last was incessant, boring and cheap
The way you made me feel like a slut
And I know this has got to stop.

Your love is just like a cigarette
Warm, it brings me to a euphoric state
But then i choked, coughed and spat
Blew the smokes, I know I had enough of that.

You used me, you thought I was easy
It's the last thing I'd know to make me feel queasy
But what else do I have to do
If in my mind the one who keeps on running is you.