Come pick me up from the side street
Where I stand nursing a broken flask
Won't you share a cigarette with me?
So I can smell your decaying breath
Waver in puffs and disappear
Like the smoke of burning newspaper.
Winter is coming and kisses in car back seats
Don't keep my bones warm long enough
To maintain the shivering from injections.
Hallucinations haunt my street hauntings
Where I'm losing my memory of you.
Come pick me up from the side street
It's where you dropped me off.
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