We sit alone in the shadows outside,

Blowing smoke rings in the dark;

Watching them rise and then divide,

The cherry just a glowing spark;

This is what living is all about,

I’m more happy now than I care to admit;

Talking, laughing, and hanging out,

Just sitting here with our cigarettes lit;

Blowing smoke rings towards the sky,

Your simple words tugging at my heart;

I lean on your shoulder with a satisfied sigh;

And watch as they slowly drift apart;

I know tomorrow I’ll regret everything,

Doing all the things we shouldn’t do;

I’m not sure what the morning will bring,

But I liked being here alone with you.