I grew up to fear cigarettes
Of the smoke they bring
That clouds your diamond ring
Oh, I've heard all those regrets
I know there were many dangers
Breathing too much in your lungs
Getting that taste on your tongue
It could stop me from being a ranger
I'd always loved nature with care
From the Pansies in my garden
To the sun, making plants harden
A far stretch from the smoky scare
But no story ends at the start
And High school changes people
Some even leave their steeple
But I stayed strong, but then my heart
I saw a lit cigarette so close
It's ****** dancing on the end
I could see when it could bend
It was what I wanted the most
But I had a life ahead of me
I couldn't run off my tracks
I had work to do. Stacks!
But cigarettes gave me glee!
Have you ever touched a ******
The way it has a faint glow
And the warm touch. You know
You're in love. You can't be lamer
The cigarettes on the lips
It's warmth in places to make scream
Tasting sweat as whipped cream
And oh god. It's perfect tips
I went home, cigarette's breath
There was a smoky smile
And my dad looked at me with Vile
"Those cigarettes are worse than ****
His belt was held with a mighty hand
And I fell to the ground, not in cries
If I cried, with tears as blue as sky
My father's hits could hurt more as they land
I lay there till my back was red
I sat on the cold kitchen tiles
And the look I had saw miles
But I slowly made my way to bed
I want to hate cigarettes like dad
But is, or was, my father ever that risky?
Or does he think I'm so ******* frisky?
How does one want something so bad?
Cigarettes make me wanna run
They bring me such a feeling
I leave, but, god, it's reeling
It's so ******* fun
But I need to make a life
I have to graduate high school
I need to learn the social rule
I need to have kids and a wife
But sometimes, I just want to be
A thirsty cigarette on his knees
And he's just begging, "please"
Saying "For the love of god. Smoke me"
Alas, this simple life is fine.
I have 2 little kids and a honey
We're all good on safety and money
I hope one day love will be mine
Maybe I am just a flaming cigarette
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 3:16 AM UTC
I grew up to fear cigarettes
Of the smoke they bring
That clouds your diamond ring
Oh, I've heard all those regrets
I know there were many dangers
Breathing too much in your lungs
Getting that taste on your tongue
It could stop me from being a ranger
I'd always loved nature with care
From the Pansies in my garden
To the sun, making plants harden
A far stretch from the smoky scare
But no story ends at the start
And High school changes people
Some even leave their steeple
But I stayed strong, but then my heart
I saw a lit cigarette so close
It's ****** dancing on the end
I could see when it could bend
It was what I wanted the most
But I had a life ahead of me
I couldn't run off my tracks
I had work to do. Stacks!
But cigarettes gave me glee!
Have you ever touched a ******
The way it has a faint glow
And the warm touch. You know
You're in love. You can't be lamer
The cigarettes on the lips
It's warmth in places to make scream
Tasting sweat as whipped cream
And oh god. It's perfect tips
I went home, cigarette's breath
There was a smoky smile
And my dad looked at me with Vile
"Those cigarettes are worse than ****
His belt was held with a mighty hand
And I fell to the ground, not in cries
If I cried, with tears as blue as sky
My father's hits could hurt more as they land
I lay there till my back was red
I sat on the cold kitchen tiles
And the look I had saw miles
But I slowly made my way to bed
I want to hate cigarettes like dad
But is, or was, my father ever that risky?
Or does he think I'm so ******* frisky?
How does one want something so bad?
Cigarettes make me wanna run
They bring me such a feeling
I leave, but, god, it's reeling
It's so ******* fun
But I need to make a life
I have to graduate high school
I need to learn the social rule
I need to have kids and a wife
But sometimes, I just want to be
A thirsty cigarette on his knees
And he's just begging, "please"
Saying "For the love of god. Smoke me"
Alas, this simple life is fine.
I have 2 little kids and a honey
We're all good on safety and money
I hope one day love will be mine
Maybe I am just a flaming cigarette
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