The Boy With A Cigarette

There’s a stranger sitting next to me.

He’s got a cigarette in-between his teeth.

He keeps flirting with me,

and all I can think about is you.

You and me, we’ve never met.

But I feel like I already like you.

You only ask me sweet questions,

and I only sabotage the situation.

It’s usually cold, but tonight it’s too warm

next to the boy with a cigarette.

I think of you to the smell of cigarettes.

Do you think of me,

or is there someone else who’s sweeter?

I asked you if we could get together.

I asked myself not to dive in so deep.

You and me, we’ve never met.

But you talk to me when you don’t have to.

You only ask me sweet questions,

and I only get too invested.

It’s usually cold, I’ve been cold for years

next to the boy with a cigarette.

I think of you to the smell of cigarettes.

What do I mean to you?

You unfortunately are starting to mean a lot to me.

So, I think of you even when I don’t want to

and especially next to

the boy with a cigarette.