You are like a cigarette I take you in to my lungs and hold you there And even when you're gone I can still taste you on my lips. You are like nicotine Because I know that you are bad for me But I'll keep going back for more In the future you will make me sick to my stomach They'll find me dead They'll crack open my sternum and find the remnants of you still in my chest. They'll see my empty lungs from where you've taken my breath away But like a cigarette, for now, I'll keep smoking.