The smell of smoke is comforting
As I carry my brick back home
I forgot I liked the smell of burnt
I forgot smoke doesn’t always mean cigarettes
I looked out the window of my bus
And the city is dead today
My pretty city with all its misery
Death doesn’t carry much weight anymore
I don’t cry when I feel pretty
I am being punished for a crime
The crime of being gullible
I must now repent for
3 people died today, many will grieve
I hope I get to mourn something real
I don’t want to be medicated
I don’t want to die sad and stupid