i am the cigarette
you forbear yourself from taking
every daybreaking morning
you make it distasteful and unpleasant
when you’ve had a little too much
too deep of a drag
you **** me slowly
corrupting my lungs
disfiguring my heart
it's the sun i gaze at
the start of every day
swearing i'll never taste your
skoal lips again
but i breathe in your dissolution
becoming its demise
you’ll make better mistakes tomorrow
this much i know is true
though i take you in, again today
now it's clear to me
i'll always be your ashtray