tonight is the final night i will sleep under the familiar roof.
i will miss the sounds the street makes after midnight.
i will miss the trip down the spiraling stairs.
i will miss the mood lighting the day after the party.
i will miss you and your cigarette tin.
i will miss the sounds the street makes after midnight.
i will miss the trip down the spiraling stairs.
i will miss the mood lighting the day after the party.
i will miss you and your cigarette tin.