In that elegant hollywood manner
The lipstick stained cigarette
Held gently between her fingertips
Burns slowly on this sober October night
The smoke clouds are fleeting
Like the warm months of Summer
And the stars may shine as bright
But she sits alone on this sober October night
Like the young love she used to know
Her cigarette burns low
She flicks away the final ashes
And blinks away a tear with her blackened lashes
To look back on the passing season
Is a bad habit, she knows
So she lights another cigarette
And takes a walk down the road
She doesn’t know where she’s going
But refuses to turn around
For on this sober October night
Her thoughts are simply too loud
She hopes the smoke will quiet her mind
So she inhales yet another time
But in fact its the crisp breeze that puts her at ease
And burns out her cigarette light on this sober October night