cigarettes steal my boyfriend from me
every thirty minutes now, not just at night but daily
a hit before you leave, a **** when you get home
it seems like the only thing you do is smoke
stop a conversation for it
no matter what help you get, you just cant quit
intimacy doesnt matter
unless cigarettes are reconsidered
tired of never being enough
tired of fighting, tired of rough
attempts to help your pathetic addiction
the only thing that it does is cause confliction
in our relationship, to your pocket,
to your dads ******* life
you couldnt quit cigarettes
if to your throat, there was a knife
it doesnt matter who they ****
or how they make me feel
or how you act
as long as you get that hit
youll be happy at last.

im tired of them,
im done with this.
just want to move on with my life
from all this artificial bliss
stupid waste of time
stupid waste of life
im above this ****
and i want you to be too.