We cruised the streets,
it was cool
The temperature was cool I mean
I hit the button once,
and the window was wide open
There was some jump-up at my feet,
and some breeze at head level

Now it's time to get street level
It felt good,
and nobody had to get smoked
I mean nobody had to smoke a cigarette
I was exhilarated because of life
Life handed me some Primatene Mist

Another empty tirade
another aside
Another friend holding a cigarette
called addiction
Telling me some mention
called denial
Laughing quite awkwardly
with your company in numbers
Owning some reservation
for good times
called never-ending

Sure you can meet me
the same place you were yesterday
Why not go back
to the same place you always start
and pass the baton
to your trusty counterpart
called self-loathing