Mirrors and smoke rings, lipstick and glow of TV sets. Staring into me, blinking your eyes like some coquette. Holding on to you, like leaving my prints in wet cement. Soft as subtraction, I'm adding the damage in my head. A change in life, impossible to achieve. How do I know you? I don't remember when we met. It's like we were born here. "Starting over," like you said. "I swear that I'll come back," I say as I smoke your cigarettes. You know that I'm lying, even if I don't know it yet. A change in life is possible. A brand-new life… it's beautiful to believe.