reduced to tears and smoke

i looked across the room
i see her sitting there,
i try to imagine her face in my mind.

ah, she's crying.

i wonder how scarred her heart must be now,
i grab a can,
and sat back where i was,

the taste does ease the pain
the smoke does clouds up your mind

but your soul is still there
the problem is still there

your body is still there.

all it promised to do was ease the pain love,

not help you run away.

i inhaled again,
closing my eyes,
wouldn't it be nice if it could?