Ashes to ashes

Muse beside me
I sit in a bar
The stars in the night sky
So much brighter than I

The air in here
doesn’t taste the same
except for the beer
I miss the smokey haze
that I could disappear into

I don’t want the poison here
Booze makes me want to smoke
I remember smoke like a fantasy
I remember it much more fondly
than it remembers me

Now smoke makes me sick

or is it the fantasy
It's been so long now
that I can’t really have what I want
and not pay such a heavy price for It

So Muse beside me
I sit in a bar
The stars in the night sky
So much brighter than I