I never had the taste for cigarettes, but they looked lovely hanging loose on those sour citrus lips.

We could've scaled skylines together.

Walked the streets of Rome, and downed a bottle of Whiskey just a birthday too soon.

But, ("When she looked at me with dilated pupils, black and lonely, it reminded me of myself.")

-Infamous last words of you.

If people were colors, he'd be a dusty faded orange..