Cigarette Street Smoke

Cigarette street smoke remind me of a worthless memory
Deep dark eyes lost within a cheap soul
Cave man hands invaded with limitless selfish cardinal pleasures
A voice that lack precise literacy
Meaningless sympathy within that hard leather shell

A worthless memory that you are
Such a worthless heartache that you brought
Never mind what was said
Never mind what was felt
Dirt has more dignity than those days
The tuning of your promises should have been a hint of your record fallibility
A proposition to your incontinuity
Lack of Self opportunities
Just letting it die
Running quite out of its time
Never mind
Nevermind.