She blows the smoke through her nostrils everytime.
I suppose she saw it in the movies, and probably thinks
it makes her look cool.
...I think it makes her look cool.

An approach.
"Didn't I meet you somewhere before?"
She rolls her eyes everytime.
I pretend to have trouble remembering the
21st of October, 2009, 6:19pm
it was a tuesday at a christmas party of a mutual friend's.
You wore a scarf, paisley, it made you look so ironic,
and hip and perfect.

"No, I don't think so."
You finish the last drag, which is where
I always seem to come into play.
So we sit and smolder there, it and I,
Alone, again...

...or at least that's how I always imagined it would go,
every time.
Ive read this probably 6 or 7 times since you posted it and it still hasnt gotten old. The part that sticks out to me the most is the last 4 or so lines.
Well, I think I'll go turn myself off an' go on down
All the way down...
Really ain't no use in me hanging around
You know what I'm trying to say
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, and-a kiss
Manic Depression is a fustrating mess