From my lips, hangs a cigarette
The smoke illuminating your silhouette
You’re my crutch and my vice
And all the lies are overpriced
Yet here I am with you between my fingers
Dragging in your warmth with every breath
But when the smoke no longer lingers
I’ll wish for a fate kinder than death
Because you’ll be my demise
A devil in disguise
You might even forget that you’re choking
When it’s love that you’re smoking
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
From my lips, hangs a cigarette
The smoke illuminating your silhouette
You’re my crutch and my vice
And all the lies are overpriced
Yet here I am with you between my fingers
Dragging in your warmth with every breath
But when the smoke no longer lingers
I’ll wish for a fate kinder than death
Because you’ll be my demise
A devil in disguise
You might even forget that you’re choking
When it’s love that you’re smoking
