I am the girl sitting on the streets.
While you have one too many laughs
I'll have one too many drops of ecstacy.
The one who drinks vodka like it's water
and bathes in that insanity.
Acting like it doesnt burn.
Kissing strangers to wash away the memory of what we used to be.
The girl who smokes to get high because she's always too damn low.
The feeling of smoke igniting my lungs is nothing compared to the feeling of your hand on my thigh
why do I still feel it?
Rows of white promise me an escape.
But even in my most unholy state.
where I don't know the day or my own name
I remember your face.
Why don't you just leave me alone?
Take away the memories like you took everything out of your drawer.
And your face from every photograph.
Erasing every place you touched in my life.
But you missed my soul, my heart, my essence.
Now instead of getting a buzz off your smile I inject.
Instead of your touch a man in the bar runs his hand up and down my thigh
why don't I feel it?
You dissapeared in the night
like the smoke from my cigarette
it's almost as if you never existed 
had it not been for the cancer in my lungs.