Your twenty dollar smell still lingers
I know this only because I know the smell is trapped on your fingers
You gave it away with how you scrub your nails under the running faucet
Now you have really lost it everything you once held now goes down that same drain and is washed away by the same faucet
I hate the mobile four wheels that brought it
You said you could stop at anytime cold turkey
But if I don’t have a thumb able and ready to light it and spark that switch to ignite it I’m no longer worthy
I’m not ever gonna be as good enough as that 65 cent under the table bought bic lighter
I won’t be there anymore for you on a windy day cupping and blocking the wind from blowing out your twenty dollar get away
I don’t want to watch you burn your brain cells away praying to god you won’t be caught and put away
For a crime only worth what’s now left leaving your eyes a glassy red over your cold turkey reliant
If only I could be that twenty dollars with just enough change for your 65 cent gas station lighter