Coffee and cigarettes.

"Puff and Pass"

We sat in a park with two girls, Mary and Jane.

With our hearts full of disdain, we were
numbing our pain.

Chilling there with our high socks and tube tops.
We were only 15.

"Puff and pass" he said. And I obliged.

Smoking that Mary Jane, at such a young age. Who's to blame?

With sorrow in our hearts we blew the smoke, and all around us, the world awoke.

There were goblins and girls and flying monkeys, but all I was wondering was
"Where was my mommy."

Surrounded by smoke, the surroundings faded.

All while at home, our mothers awaited.

He pulled me in so tight, his lips on mine.

I never knew that this was getting high.

Up high, the clouds were so fluffy.
I never knew that words could be so funny.

We had to bring perfume and cologne to cover
up the scent that we couldn't bring home.

He pulled me close and whispered in my ear "I thought you were a nice girl, you know, the
one's that get straight A's."

But in this world, there is no such thing as "nice girls" and "nice boys" there are only private moments and stolen kisses, puffs of weed and the smell of cigarettes.