as i wave goodbye

Everything here smells of bad decisions, tobacco smoke, and that moment when "just a little more" has long since turned into "too late." Regret hangs in the air - bitter, with a whiskey and foreign skin aftertaste. Passion, guilt, and a touch of self-destruction are mixed into a cocktail that makes your head spin, but you don't want to stop. Everything happens as if under a slow flash of neon light - beautiful, dirty, and honest. Someone promised themselves again that they would "never" again, and again they couldn't resist. And in the morning, there's a faint taste of farewell, when "goodbye" sounds soft, but deep inside you already know: it was the last time. Or, as usual, until the next one.