And Lit My Second Last Cigarette

SECOND LAST CIGARETTE

(Iconic drum and bass fused pounding 808 basslines, intimate male-female narrative vocals in a Phonograph cylinder echoes)

(INTRO — tape hiss, rain outside, soaked in drums)

There was a moment

It passed

They try to relive it

We all try

To some degree

It was raining

A slight constant drizzle

Sharp wind at the corner

Of another nowhere night

Knuckles turning white

Ears gone dark red

I stood outside

And lit my second last cigarette

There was a moment

It passed

They hold onto you

They are drowning

In their struggle

They grasp onto you

And pull you down

Pull you down

Pull you down

With them

If you are fortunate

You can distract them

Or they will distract themselves

Long enough

For you to get away

Dusty drum loop

Rhodes chord decay

Sub bass sliding downward

Rain louder than the room

One distant reversed vocal swell

There could be more

Than there is right now

Definitions defined clearly

At least for some

All intentions understood

If not all reasons

Things will change soon

Set date not discussed

Well once

In passing

What is there in common

Beyond being comfortable?

Is anything else needed

If intelligent and driven?

Until then

Is observation enough?

You’ve seen this situation

Created by yourself before

Or was it?

Or was it?

And every day

Is just another

Will this story

Ever end?

Can you hear me calling?

Can you hear me calling?

That will never be again

That will never be again

There was a moment

It passed

They try to relive it

We all try

To some degree

I stood outside

In the sharp wind

And lit my second last cigarette

And every day

Is just another

Will this story

Ever end?

Can you hear me calling?

Can you hear me calling?

That will never be again

That will never be again

They hold onto you

They are drowning

Long enough

For you to get away

There was a moment

It passed