Late night memories

I'm out of breath choking on cigs that we're smoking Our clothes midnight black, eye colors opposing Get blurred with blinding tears, I spot you you spot me We look at each other while nervously rocking My hands won't stop shaking, it's cold there, lungs aching I think it's a bad dream but I am not waking Silence makes me think we don't speak the same language Cig butt burns in my mouth, something good is ending