Fumer tue

She
likes the sound when her embers hit water.
Likes the smell of her nose against you.
Likes making a mess in your clean little world
and

ain't gonna smoke her last blonde
til she she needs it
gonna smoke her last blonde
in the port
gonna smoke her last blonde
over nonsense and blitz
gonna smoke her last blonde
over not looking back
black coffee
and salt on her face

ain't gonna smoke her last blonde
til she kisses you
one last time
and maybe
perhaps
it will be
one last time

ain't gonna smoke her last blonde
til she needs it.
With a little luck
she won't forget you

ever
ever
ever
til she meets you again

and she'll look in your eyes
over nonsense
in the airport
and once again

She will smoke her first blonde when she wants it
and can make a small mess in your world
and can suck in the smell of your skin through her nose
and listen as her embers hit water
in your clean little world
she will be
once again
once again.