i need you when im stressed, or just bored
you seep deep into my lungs

your nicotine leaves me craving you more and more everyday
how many of you do I need to be satisfied?

one, two, three, even four?

your smoke burns the back of my throat like fire burning wood
menthol, light or just plain
you're all great.

with your dizzy head rushes teasing me
lasting only a minute