Smoked Out

The neighbor's mowing his lawn,
and your roomates are downstairs
watching television, while we're here
making love, there are no candles
only cigarettes, the smell of roses and ash,
clouding my mind
while the august heat burns my face,
I give myself to you as a sacrifice,
a peace offering that I know you don't deserve,
I just want things fixed,
but nothing is permanent with you,
you're gone faster than the smoke I'm inhaling,
but leaving behind as much damage.