The smoke from our mouths rises to the ceiling
dissipating far before it hits the top
Not unlike the conversation itself
Which hits my ears but dissipates without true meaning
Yet how sweet it is
A cool evening breeze hits my face as we walk outside
Betraying the heat that came before it
Its moments like these that time will forget
but our lives will reflect
Its good friends like these, that may not remain
but will always be there
Pour out your soul, like it means something to you
because in no time at all
our youth will be in dreams
and our friends will be in memories
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