I think that I was a pack of cardboard cigarettes
Hidden under your pillow
Or in  your worn down guitar case
You looked to me when your throat was closing up
When your head was pounding
And that guitar was strumming itself because it missed you as much as I did
You looked to me when it was raining
And lit me up just to watch me burn
Let me dangle in your mouth
And between your fingers
Before flicking me to the floor and putting me out
I think
I was a pack of robins egg blue
Cardboard cigarettes
And as soon as I was out
You would go get another pack
For 5.45 at the gas station
I am sitting in pieces where you left me
I know I killed you
I know I suffocated you
But thats the only thing I know how to do
Thats what I was made for
It's taken me a long time to figure it out
But I was made to destroy
And I don't regret making you my victim
Because you held me at four am and snuck away to be with me
And you promised me you enjoyed it
And you would love dying a death by something so beautiful
But I watched you in pieces
Grab another pack
Light it up
And let it dangle in your mouth
I think I was always just a pack of cardboard cigarettes