Nostalgia

tonight i hope that i dream of someone very dear to me. I hope i drift away on the smell of cigarette smoke and cupcakes and nestle in your arms like i did so many nights ago. I don't miss you or what you did to me but i miss who we were and how you treated me. Someday soon the air will smoke and in its place will be the smell of a thousand cold rocks and snow on the horizon and you'll be a distant meomry. TOnight, though, i wanna be there again.