What with one day, you won't be here Coming sooner than I think Touching your skin is much sweeter Temporary and fleeting like your body will be And mine won't be far behind After you're leaving, you're leaving me alone Perfect black triangles
Where your eyes used to be Smoke and sun and skin and lungs The cancer will come to you, so young We're all just a day And when night comes to each of us I will not [unverified] Just shadows of smoke