Black and milds

I remember we were in your grandpas back yard.

We used to think we were so hard.

Me you and your cousin used to chill and smoke tree.

We used to exchange looks.. yeah you used to eye fuck me.

Your cousin wanted a piece of the action too,

but he knew I only wanted you.

We would hang out back after everyone was asleep.

You pulled out this cigar in a container you used to keep.

You lit up and you inhaled.

I gave you a questioning look as you exhaled.

You put it between my lips and I breathed in.

But my thoughts were turning from pure to sin.

Your calloused finger tip brushed my skin.

I blushed and you gave me a lopsided grin.

How a single touch from you would set my skin on fire.

Buuuuutttt at the end of the day you were a liar.

You were a bad habit I needed to break.

It was better I did it for my hearts sake.

But I continued smoking that black.

Even though it tasted hella whack.

I started smoking them without you.

Why? I haven't got a clue.

Eventually we drifted apart.

You were busy building your go kart.

And I? I was busy trying to break old routines.

And I did by any and all means.

I put the black and mild down and I picked up a cigarette instead.

Good ol fucking Marlboro red.