I lay clutching a pillow wishing it were your chest.
I puff my cigarette pretending it is my last.
Drifting from reality into my dreams, the first thing I see is you.
It scares me so much that I wake up out of breath.

Maybe if things had turned out differently,
I wouldn't have woken up to a broken arm & a sore chest
or a hole in my bed sheet from a cigarette I swore would be my last.