In your underclothes
You went out for a smoke
I call you in just before the storm begins
Your last breath of smoke
You let out in the room
It makes a cloud like the greyest perfect plume
Smoke baby
Smoke baby
More alcohol baby
Cocaine in Montreal & back out on the plane
An early flight will leave and on it will be me
I'll be half asleep and you'll wake up at three. . . 
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