look death in the face and tell him to spare me a cigarette.
by mothwork
tell me, my love, how did you rip off the warning labels on your body so i could be easily fooled? tell me! tell me!
you're exhaling chemicals and i'm inhaling them
the nicotine that fills your lungs is making them feel like they're going to explode, and you hold onto my shoulder for comfort
you claim you're better on your own
but i slept with you in your car because you were fist fighting demons on highway 90
so, baby boy, tell me how you ripped off those tags that were supposed to warn me about you? tell me how you got your friends to be quiet! tell me! tell me!
you're face to face
with death
and i'm about to shake his hand.