I've been breathing in everything I hate Such as the smoke from fire that bellows beneath my feet, It burns and it scalds and yet, I do not learn my lesson. My lungs have become airbags- deflated, charred It hurts me to breathe but yet, I do not learn my lesson.
I have been shown the sweet smells from the valley, The honeysuckle kisses against my dried lips But nectar is far more vicious than tar. For it sticks to you like a bad memory It will coat you in a sweet sickness, A birth from a joyous hospital room Honeysuckle kisses upon dry lips, While they pump you full of the tar.
So while my lungs cannot heave anymore, And my organs coated with depression The nectar does nothing but upset my stomach It causes it to wretch like a screaming baby Lack of honeysuckle kisses fuels the fire. I will continue to burn and scald my feet- But I will not succumb to the iridescence That will one day leave you sick, And sticky sweet.