The leaves are swirling around
Like its the end of American beauty
You handed me your pack of camels
I handed you my half smoked bitten cigarette
You examined it but took it anyway
You're on the phone again
And I'm smoking pacing cigarette shaking in my hands
Winter makes you do funny things
Like stoop low enough to smoke in your empty room, sitting on the phone writing in two notebooks at a time
I learned I could whistle
Outside in the corner facing the no smoking signs
Humming the theme to taxi driver
The truth is Travis would have thought he was the hero of the story no matter how it would have turned out
I think about turning around and going inside
Maybe to bed
While you're around the corner
At least I know it's warm
But you're pacing frustrated trying to work it out ciggy shaking in your hands
I tie my shoes new ciggy in mouth instead
Her voice is shaky
Bloodless fingers in the cold, smoke in mouth
It looks like you had two tests today
One in math
One with Mena
She says fine but she's not
Smoke fills my head and my stomach gives
The gusts of wind are back
And you're apologizing on the phone
My face tightens and you're still pacing
Mena tells you how important thanksgiving is to her
She's always telling you all the stuff you're supposed to know
