Social Gatherings

Spilling stories, passing time
To our lips the smoke tastes fine
Landing hands on drinks
Stalling while your shoulder broke the light
I know all she is to everyone tonight
Someone stares
Each night I'll move slowly
Towards something, she'll follow
Memory runs dry
For the almost of your heavy breathing
Vans we parked
As my pump's fury offered
For the almost of your heavy breathing
Vans we parked
As my pump's fury offered
For the almost of your heavy breathing
Vans we parked
As my pump's fury offered
For the almost of your heavy breathing
Vans we parked
As my pump's fury offered