Hey Sweetie

Question: Do you think i'll make it through the night.

Answer: Sit and still my mind searing sigh light another cigarette.



As long as my eyes still burn tonight.

As bright as the closest flame to my lips,

I might as well take the time to analyze and criticize my life.



Question.

Answer.



A broken vacation, raining, pouring broken clocks in my broke down fucked up home.

But now you came along with those eyes and ended my life, stole my problems away.



And my last words would read:



"Hey sweetie, where do you think you're going with my heart?"