European cigarettes are much stronger
On a river that pours out beneath me
Like frozen smoke melting in the sun
Quite loudly
Even and odd have different meanings
And the tall ceilings tell me I should call you
Immediately
And I got an hour at least
Before I have to fight the urge to walk outside beneath the black stars
That I stole from some song I must have heard on the plane
Walking around in circles
Any other day could have been rain
But not today and not yesterday
European sunsets are much longer
On a river that tries to defeat me
Depending on how you look at it
It can be unrelenting
But I think I’m on to something
When I say and think and know
That this red stain is not blood on my shirt cuff
But wine from a plastic cup
Beading thin tonight
But lighter than I would have expected
Or put these mirrored coins on
If I had a chance
And I almost saw you in the mirror
And I know you are asleep
And I know I should be but honestly this smoke is new to me
And it keeps me up with my silvered cup
And my coffee stained shirt sleeves
From this morning
I might dip this cigarette in this wine
Because it’s not strong enough tonight
And I think I’m on to something
When I say I might
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