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You were well dressed.
Some kid called you "fresh to death" and I just left
Through the back door thinking, "Oh hell, I wanna go home".
It's like you never left, because your rotten stench is on my rotting breath
and it's scaring everyone to death and off like a flame to the neck.
Like a lit cigarette, you're killing me with every breath,
And every breath's another regret.
You're a cigarette.

Hopped on the train the other day on route to Penn, transfer at Jamaica.

I observed strangers as they were looking through the glass that separates the waiting room from the platform looking on.

I always seem to find some obscure beauty in my life on days that I feel less alive.

So I just clenched and faked a smile.