I sit here with
one
cigarette
lonely again
my head in my hands
but thanking you this time
for showing me what it's like
to surf the web and not get wet
to click on messages and feel
nothing on my neck
to water the flower and see nothing grow
it must have been the cold
girl
it must have been the cold
to give my love
just to watch it go
it must have been the cold
girl
it must have been
this world
