european redneck

I've got a cigarette hanging from my mouth as I stare at you, who won't even realize it, so absolutely immerse in whatever it is you're doing - I try to snoop in your business by seeking the reflections on your glasses, but fail to do so.

You're smoking as well, but you're not like me, no. You inhale in much more aristocratic manners and the cigarette you're holding is a delicious mix of herbs wrapped by corn chaff.

And I keep on looking, 'till the waves on your hair starts mixing with the circles of smoke you got around you and the spirals of bad decisions you take.

There's nothing I'd rather watch instead.