he smelled like cigarettes and death offered me a taste when i was at my lowest, and i drank the whole **** cup. whirlwind romance toxic demise i quit for love now iβm back and i begged for release, but release doesnβt feel as good as i remember.
"He" is like a metaphorical devil of sorts representing all my vices and i just smoked for the first time since i quit and im feeling really bad about it