Smoke/ Moddi

It’s there, it’s where it begins someone’s calling your name
you've been down there all night now in a state that I cannot explain
behind grey curtains of ash in a word you were born
now smoke rises high from your head and every word makes you just a little older
you are your own thorn

hey, love, stay the fuck out of my home I’ve told you a thousand times
‘cause my brain tells me you’re dangerous and my belly says you’re just too hard to find
another kiss from swollen lips of ashes will probably blow this whole winter away
but something tells me this is just not real something tells me this smoke is here to stay
it was supposed to be an endless day

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