My cigarette is almost done

It's time for me to go

I know you tried to talk to me

But I'm the man you'll never know

My path it seems resides in dreams

No footprints in the snow

My voice is lost to memory

And the subway far below

No fingerprints upon my glass

No shade upon my face

I'm full of holes like latticwork

And fragile now like lace

Why do you grasp upon me?

Just to prove that you are real?

But life is a foggy memory

And a figment is what you feel

Drudgery is as drudgery does

But I will trudge no more

And so I became transparent

Just a shadow on the floor

But my cigarette is now all gone

It's time that I was too

I know you tried to talk to me

But I don't believe in you