The nicotine placed in your lips;
It reminds me of my last cigarette.
Like cherries,
Oh! The sweet taste of cherries.
I love it, this taste
Especially on you.
I miss the buzz, the high,
The feeling that I need
In order to cope with you being gone.
But when you're gone, that feeling
It's flown away as well.
And I'm left to wish
I had more nicotine
To settle my addiction.