As I’m getting older, chip up on my shoulder

Suguru exhaled heavily, tapping his foot on the hard, cold metal of the balcony, the damp cold air enveloping him, the light drips of the rain pattering on the overhead cover. His bun bouncing with each tap, the small hairs sticking out of the bun shaking slightly, the grassy smell of the air mixed with ash and smoke.

Rolling through life, to roll over and die

He tapped the rail of the balcony with his pinky finger, the black paint chipped on his nails, a cigarette in-between his index finger and middle finger, the hand muscles flexing with every movement, the picking of the callus on his damaged fingers, the burn marks on the rail, the cigarette dangling by a thread and the ashed falling below.

Remembering things just to tell ‘em so long

The city was quiet but loud at the same time, the moon was high in the sky, while the lights and cars and bustle were awake and sleepy, it was simple on the side of the city. The lights were white, red, blue, yellow, green, all the colors you could imagine mixing together and making the noises significantly louder. Suguru groaned and held his head with the other hand, raking his hand through his hair and exhaling softly, taking a drag of the smoke that curled around his head and hands.

Oh mama, actin’ like my life’s already over

He kept the cigarette in his mouth and leaned on the railing of the balcony, his eyes were drooped and relaxed, the bags under his eyes a deep color, the slight curve of smile on the corner of his lips, he felt insane, his mind was nowhere, yet going a million miles an hour. All he could see were the colors of the city, and the small shapes that were called humans. He continued tapping his finger on the railing and hummed to himself. He was high and he knew it, he probably looked crazy but he didn't care, who was here to judge him?

Oh dear, act your age and try another year

His shoulders sagged and his clothes were wrinkly, the creases noticeable and his knees slightly bent to lean on the railing. More rain came down and it was cold and heavy, he was wearing a run down sweater which gave him some form of warmth. He put his hand out in the rain and felt the cold, sharp droplets fall, giving him a shuddering feeling. He pulled away and took another drag of his cigarette, the smoke enveloping his mind and body, his body getting a slight rejuvenation. He sighed, content with the emotion he was feeling.