Goodbye, First Love (Me)

The more cigarettes I smoke in a day,
the more cigarettes I smoke
I could go a day without one
so long as I go an entire day

I imagine I would become homesick
if I ever left home
I imagine I would become homesick
if I never left home

Lately, I’ve become increasingly insensitive
To things other people say
Lately, I’ve become surprisingly sensitive
To things other people say

If I finish my book
I will start another
If I don’t
I won’t

Smokes fades into the night

The night fades into smoke

“I just don’t think I’ll ever be in love with you.”
“I never said I was in love with you.”