Cigarette tossed ash tray.

Your the cigarette tossed in the mountain of ash,

The kisses I felt but you didn’t ask.

A piece of my memory now part of my past,

The scrunched up wrapper from a walk on the sand.

A hand on the gear stick and a better plan,

Someone somewhere knows who I am,

someone somewhere knows that I can,

And someone somewhere will be a better man.

Your the lighter fixated in the jacket pocket,

The anticipation started when you thought you lost it,

The addiction you lust it but should have never bought it,

You know exactly how to handle the situation,

Everything’s how you want it,

someone somewhere knows that I can,

Someone somewhere knows who I am.

You never thought about a revolution,

You never thought about our conversation,

You didn’t hope that we would get along ,

now the message is clear as day.

One day hoping I’d get away,

One day hoping I’d find a way,

And that day waiting will come around.

That day waiting will make a stand,

You’ll be lost inside your broken land,

Whilst I keep on climbing and climbing,

They say views at the top look better,

Views at the top look bigger,

No more times to trip and…

See you on the other end.

Your loss we can’t be friends,

Climbing & climbing.

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