I can't. Maybe.

 Take this runny nose

And point it home. 

I'm out of time. 

Clouds pass through me. 

Feels like Noone got to know me. 

Like a secret. 

The many layers 

Like an onion. 

More then one side 

Like a coin. 

I wish it didn't stop

Being fun.

The good times feel

A lifetime away.

The parties over,

And the final cans

Binned,

And ashtrays emptyed,

With the windows open,

To disperse the smell

Of smoke and good times.