Everything that I love turns to smoke. 
It billows out from nothing
Laughing at my cries
Holding the charred remains of the last dirty joke
As if they know how it died

Everyone I that I've loved has turned to smoke [bad word] in single file and exit two by two
As if they knew what was [bad word] That I'm happier in the rain than the sun

And now every day that [bad word] has turned to smoke
Still I hesitate to ask the great above what I have done

As it crashes through my system
Creation laughs at one
With nothing but
All there ever was