As I lit my cigarette, you said ‘you know, smoking is bad for you’ and all I did was smile. It’s not what I wanted to do, it’s just what kind of happened. I wanted to tell her. I wanted so badly to say ‘so is falling for you’ but it’s too late, and I’m still lighting these cigarettes. I’m not falling for you anymore, I’m trying to forget — you probably don’t care what’s good and bad for me anymore.