Smokin’ a cigarette in my parents place T.V. flickers in my family’s house As I smoke a cigarette in my parents place. Tired from work, body aches from party, I click a lighter in my parents 2 bedroom condo. Recline in my father’s leather chair, Relax my shoulders, Open the window, Exhaling tobacco and thoughts threw the screen. Breathe in a little more trouble As a familiar sound causes a unique reaction. Vegas song leaks out my Dad’s surrounds sound speakers Causing the carbon dioxide and piano to mix Tickling, gently along my heart, No one really talks like that. Cold comes in threw the open window Hits my body and cools my feelings. With a flick of a switch fake flames erupt, Shining in the room’s most recent addition as Faux fire ignites and comforts my rebellion, Teen angst of the finest kind. A commercial plays on the living room flat screen, It’s that car ad; You know the one, Touching acoustic song, And a little reminder in the corner that no one reall