a good reason

I remember a story you told me About why you love smoking You said you lived with your dad and barely had anything But you remember the beautiful smoke rings in the car rides home And how you and him skipped stones before bed at the lake beside your house It reminds you of the unconditional love The greyish white that dissipates in the air are doves in your eyes How you and him snuck into movie theatres like spies and watched everything that was playing Staying till night time And the drive home the orange light blew the smoke bright You pretended your dad was a dragon protecting you cause you were a princess You still are <: