Crap, I hate this
I can feel my ribs opening
—Turning into spider legs
My throat is burning
From screaming your name

Like a cigarette
You chose me, pick me out
You set me on fire
As you held me on your lips
Then you inhale me deep
But in the end you put my flame
When you point the blame
And you easily walk away
Like how you throw my ash
To the ashtray