Smoke on the balcony of your room
Light your blood red bowl
Watch the smoke floating in the air
I'd never met anyone like you
No one so considerate, so caring
You seemed like the only one who understood me
I love the way your hair curls when it dries
Your boxers with the glow-in-the-dark dollersigns
Lay on the messy bed that's not even yours
I'll give you head for another hit
No one will understand...just how you made me feel
Because I know
It wasn't the weed...that made the night un-real
~For Dave~
3/13/04

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