These nights my lover is a cigarette
My heart goes out to the burning sensation
of smoke in my throat
and tar in my lungs
and cancer in my soul.
These nights my lover is a cigarette
I sit up for hours kissing my death
and when my lips with hers
that small part of me dies
and i pull away,
exhale,
and feel better
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
These nights my lover is a cigarette
My heart goes out to the burning sensation
of smoke in my throat
and tar in my lungs
and cancer in my soul.
These nights my lover is a cigarette
I sit up for hours kissing my death
and when my lips with hers
that small part of me dies
and i pull away,
exhale,
and feel better
