You sat outside,
Cigarette in hand,
And told me the stories of life.
You told me the things,
No one dared to tell,
And blow that smoke into the air.
You cigarette *****.
You showed me that beautiful
Was the scars on skin,
And the dope in veins.
You took the shine in my eyes,
And sold it for your dose.
Talk to me three months ago
And I would of said how much I hated Cigarette Smoke.

But nights get lonely,
And tears will fall,
And I still stand alone.
I put people through ****,
They threw me away,
And when I asked for help it was a nope.
Now in the night sky,
I still see your eyes
And find comfort in cigarette smoke.