You can’t light me up and
quickly burn me out
like I’m your first morning cigarette.

I let you inhale and exhale me,
leaving me half smoked
with the cherry still burning.

You asked, and I told you
all I wanted was to be good enough.
But you said you just wanted to be happy.

And that’s the difference between you and I.
Because all I want is to please you,
and feel like I’m worth your time.

While all you want
is that false state of euphoria
where you pretend to feel nothing.

And that’s why you turned to drugs,
and I let my loneliness consume me
and came back to you.