she needs her nicotine more than she loves me
cuz i’ve been gone for weeks
and she smokes constantly
i tell you the truth, of what i believe
love is in your lungs, you only feel it when you breathe
you killing your breath, seems to be the death of me
i wish you’d turn to me when you want peace
not to that stupid stick of shit, that gives you a disease
and every time we speak you seem to have a but
and it makes me feel so week why arent i enough
toxins and tar quickly filling your heart
it hits me so hard i need that space for art
i need you know, i serve you day and night
cuz when you want to smoke, you work to pick a fight
you want to pursue, whats bad for you,
so you shit on me, shame me,
make me feel like a fool
you look me in the face “see what you made me do”
then you make me feel so disgraced
with each a suicidal pull
she keeps smoking, my heart beats broken
i dont know the question your trying to answer
but it seems to me your questing
to end up with cancer
we could be in love, together bed
but instead your all alone sucking off a cigarrette