The "Mont" by Amy WustrinWe're back in the diner again
One last time
And I'm watching the smoke
Rise up from your cigarette
A Marlboro Red
~Well, some things never change
And the smoke goes up and up and up
In circles and swirls and confusion
And I know how it feels
And the smoke keeps rising
But my eyes stop when they meet yours
There's that blue, that crystal clear blue
With the slightest hint of grey
For your less than happy moods
A color I always got lost in
I hope I can find my way out this time
05/29/2004 Posted on 05/29/2004 Copyright © 2025 Amy Wustrin
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