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 really drives like that.
Fuck, they’re all the same.
Image flashes of a truck drifting up a sand dune
Those headlights haunted my last few days.
My holidays.
Since New Year’s Day,
A constant reminder,
Every few hours that there’s actually a world out there.
There is actually a fucking world out there.
Fuck the commercial,
Fuck the hangover, and especially with a capital F
Fuck the world.
Putting sunglasses on
My attention is on a town being polluted by personal smog,
City sun shining in an afternoon sky, reflecting off a lake
Polluted by smokestacks spewing out far worse than tobacco.
In the distance I make out a bridge full of cars
On their way home to their own lives,
Caffeine from morning addictions running thin in their veins.
My mind drifts to my parents on the beach,
Maybe they got something right.
Butting my cancer in a takeout cup
I exhale away the exhaustion felt by those around me.
Tomorrow I join those daily fucks,
But tonight Ill relax, and enjoy my breaths.
Smoking cigarettes 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 really drives like that.
Fuck, they’re all the same.
Image flashes of a truck drifting up a sand dune
Those headlights haunted my last few days.
My holidays.
Since New Year’s Day,
A constant reminder,
Every few hours that there’s actually a world out there.
There is actually a fucking world out there.
Fuck the commercial,
Fuck the hangover, and especially with a capital F
Fuck the world.
Putting sunglasses on
My attention is on a town being polluted by personal smog,
City sun shining in an afternoon sky, reflecting off a lake
Polluted by smokestacks spewing out far worse than tobacco.
In the distance I make out a bridge full of cars
On their way home to their own lives,
Caffeine from morning addictions running thin in their veins.
My mind drifts to my parents on the beach,
Maybe they got something right.
Butting my cancer in a takeout cup
I exhale away the exhaustion felt by those around me.
Tomorrow I join those daily fucks,
But tonight Ill relax, and enjoy my breaths.
Smoking cigarettes in my parents place.
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