Its been a few months since you set me free,
but I'll be right here, where I need to be,
right where you need me,
I know it's not the same,
and it even hurts a little when someone says your name,
and even though you pushed me away and set me aside,
my arms will be open wide,
you're seldom human, you're more cigarette,
you fill my lungs, making it hard to breathe, but somehow you fill me with no regret,
you worsen my condition,
surround me with addiction,
but regardless of all that,
I know I'll find you one night standing on my door mat,
because for you; bad things often seem to arise,
but you know that I won't let them be your demise,
and until then I'll remain out of your sight,
and until then I'll be just alright.