Cigarette love

smoking a cigarette on the roof with you, looking at the sunset, slowly drifting to sleep one question running through your mind, "why do they like me?" I can tell you're tired of seeing my face maybe we just needed some space I sit with you now in the same place but not as lovers just as friends I wonder if we'd ever be like that again on day one you were drunk out of your mind but kept chugging bottles of wine I wonder if you only did that when you were mine the feeling of this black swan in my heart its getting to big next it will bust my ribs but you already called dibs you hate me and it will always be that way just like having that cigarette that day