But I always have to roll the window down
When the smoke starts dancing from his teeth
with it's deathly feminine curves, swirving to the stars
Hitting the light that doesn't deserve that
But I inhale because I think I deserve that .system

And he always talks in third person like he's special
to that pretty girl who doesn't even know he's breathing
She calls him "Hades" even though he doesn't have a name
But he doesn't mind as long as she calls him

He calls her "Persephone", since all he wants is to steal her away
And he says she glows, but she's a dead watted light bulb
But I keep breathing smoke until I'm addicted to second-hand nicotine
And he says that he wishes he could see himself in the mirror
Because he only sees what she sees of him

And all he says is how he wants to plant sunflowers for her
Since she deserves a field, as pretty as she is
And I call her "Medusa" because she is unimpressive to me
But I'll keep inhaling since I can't get enough of it

We all skate our poetic thoughts onto the ice pavement
hoping that the chalk from last summer is still there
and I call it a photographed memory but he calls it dead
and I keep saying iloveoyou and he keeps saying justlookatme
But I call him "Love of my Life" and he calls me "Pandora"

Since apparently all I do is cause mayhem in his life

And I'm addicted to that smokey smile that she doesn't see
While he's off taking another hit off of her high
And I call myself "Muse" because no one else could tell the whole story
Because he's off planting sunflowers and she's off with another boy
and I'm off breathing toxic fumes that are so crave worthy
That I have to call him "My Oxygen"