Deep down I have a collection
I have a dozen bottles in it
Certain ones I keep in its own section
When it look through it takes a bit

Certain ones look so enticing
They pull me in certain ways
Some sweeter than cakes icing
Others bring on a familiar haze

In the back are the ones to avoid
Sadness, misery, and much more
The feelings of sitting in the void
And thoughts of who I’m living for

Don’t dare try and open one
If it opens they all explode
After that, what’s done is done
And my emotions take quite a load

I gather it all up once more
I’m used to it by now
Yet it still leaves me hurt and sore
Days like these I wonder how

My collection is so big
Maybe because I lock them away
I’d rather smoke this cig
What’s the harm of keeping it all in anyway

The fire inside me was put out years ago
All that's left is this smokey haze
It clouds my vision, because I cannot let go
The dark grows, its my darkest days

Some seem to try to start a flame
Using nothing but flint and steel
I keep telling them it won’t work the same
Not even time can help me heal

But one day, I met this person
They didn’t require tools or a lighter
I was the moon, and they were my sun
They didn’t give up, they were a fighter

When my lips locked theirs
She lifted my weight
I didn't have any worries or cares
My head was clear of hate

But as soon as they let go
My fire starts to go out
Because i'm not sure how much they know
I love them, without a doubt.

The smoke fills my chest
It’s familiar high feeling
Her hand in mine, was always the best
The smoke feels good, but she was the best healing.

Sometimes it’s hard for me
To gather the strength
Life is a race you see
With incredible length

Those that get left behind
Ones that lose track of time
Are the greatest in human kind
People that choose apple over lime

Sweet over sour
They choose to enjoy
Every second of every hour
Build a life rather than destroy