I know my
cigarettes are at
home but if I
go to grab them I
should stay home,
but like it was a
few years ago I
might just meet
someone
to leave with.

So either go home
get smokes
and feed the
stupid cat
or sit
reading at the bar
waiting to meet a
sad lonely
girl and

Sometimes these
grown-up decisions get so
hard
but then
the rain
picks
up

and the
bar under the
train tracks makes
sense because
I'll just
wait for the storm
to stop and
I will just keep
waiting until the
rain
runs
out.