Behind each drag-
I'll hide my shakin' anger.
When I wrap my lips around a puff-
You won't see my tremblin' lips.

My fingers fumble, as I flick the ash-
And.
You're so smashed, that you don't notice-
The stench of the smoke in my hair-or the spice on my tongue-
My  yellowing  teeth.

Through every pack my heart feels worse- Worse than you ever made it feel.

And.
It's nice to know something can make me feel like more ****, than you ever could.