Those little sticks of joy How they make my mouth water I’m in need of some lovin’ And those little sticks of heaven never seem to fail me Even when I am alone Your always with me to keep me company Those little sticks guide me They help me see right from wrong Or at least they clear my head And when the smoke pours out of my mouth The relief The struggle and heartache just vanish into thin air with every breathe I take You were always there to hear me cry Those little sticks of magic How good you taste against my lips Reminding me with every puff how I’m slowing killing myself But you taste much nicer than all the pain So, for now it’ll just be me and you My little sticks of death