That familiar smell of cigarette smoke and stale beer,
Creep into my room again.
The cold hands I have felt before,
Touch me still.
Your empty eyes, full of deceit.
They stare me down,
As I pretend to sleep.
Your breath heavy on my skin,
Repulses every time you breathe in.
I want so bad to leave this place,
To run away and leave you.
Its simply an impossible dream,
For I am sinning myself,
Needing every pathetic and unconscious touch.
