Without the Black Cat

The sacred moment when you light my cigarette
With yours
A black cat
And a press of strangers
Sitting next to a lover and being alone

I would still go with those dreams
But would you wake up?
Would you dance with knives
And debate with those sharp words

Then would we turn to our cigarettes
But there is no smoke
When they've burnt out
While we slept

You could've fought for this
But you slept
Without the black cat
With the strangers
And sat alone without a lover