I crave the cigarette sitting in my hand,
And the jump in my knee,
The twitch of a smile on my face,
And the sparkle of my oncoming laugh glinting in my eyes.

My hand twitches, my mouth is drawn,
And my legs are crossed far too tightly to be comfortable,
My lips pull back on occasion, either a grimace or a growl, I don't know.
My eyes are cold and a tear sits on my cheek.

Tell
Me
Who
I
Am