why did i let cigarettes become so insignificant? a craving for smoke in my lungs sitting on the steps taking breaths closer to death life never rings true to me if i die then i will let the earth take me in
everyday since i first met you i've felt effortless my chest expanded to feel love so whenever i start to miss you i put tar in my lungs or sometimes i'll get drunk no matter what there's always poems or half-thought-out feelings scratched in journals i lose myself in toxic clouds just hoping to wind up closer to you