I kiss her lips in the morning
She takes control over my lungs with every ******
I run my fingers on her rim as if I'm drawing
She gladly burns my lips and it gives me a rush

I hear people call her a cause of cancer
But she's my mental cure
A catalyst for influenza
An enemy delivered to the liver

I tried once to leave her but she always comes creeping back
A stress reliever for the reality I'm faced with
She puts me in line when I seem to go off track
Or maybe I'm just an addict who hides behind mystery

A dilemma of choosing between ethanol and nicotine
They comfort me and help me have lucid dreams

But then again it's not one woman but two of them
I know they will always remain loyal no matter the circumstance
I call them cigarettes and bourbon
They  aid in numbing my burdens