the trouble with me

your arm around me your eyes locked on me in my innocence i felt special the cigarrete between your lips your calloused hands upon my hips i take a drag and place it back as to not disturb (your image) for if i took part of you away youd be unable to portray the "you" you have created i saw deep deep, past the booze and drugs to something worth keeping but you tug and yank and tear my heart at the seams a hug a forceful glance goodbye you stumble and try not to fall 'cause you won't remember "us" at all