It was my fifteenth birthday
But all my friends were about nineteen
A little girl still wearing a training bra
Thinking it was time to start dying, time to start breaking laws
You saw right through me
Straight into my glass house and knew me
I remember where we were standing
I remember how it felt
Two little kids
Testing the morning fog
Half way through the break and yearning
Half way young but learning
In the sand we discover
What we’ve got left to burn
And its half way gone away
All the way back home.
It wasn’t just a mask, maybe
Because now look at me baby
I suck those cigarettes down, like they’re sugar cane
The crinkle of wrapping paper
And air like peppermint winter
Habit is like pleasure,
A desire you can’t tame
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