You are akin to my cigarettes
I light you up, then breathe you in
The taste that stains my fingers and my lips
Killing me slowly
But I love it
Can't get enough of it
My lungs fiend for a bit of your nicotine
Either way
I'll die if you do
Lose my mind if you don't
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 2:36 AM UTC
You are akin to my cigarettes
I light you up, then breathe you in
The taste that stains my fingers and my lips
Killing me slowly
But I love it
Can't get enough of it
My lungs fiend for a bit of your nicotine
Either way
I'll die if you do
Lose my mind if you don't
