As i try to grow my state of mind
I feel like a endless tasteless vine

As i try to bare sweet tasting fruits
My heart is soured by the roots

As my soil has been cultivated
realizing that i have been regenerated

As i try to produce sweet loving fruits
It has all been spoiled from my roots

i'm jealous of the last cigarette you smoked
that it got to soothe your pain
that it got to make itself at home in your lungs
because i couldn't soothe your pain even if i tried
and i can never leave finger prints on your skin again
i can never feel you again
and i'm jealous of the bed sheets you hung yourself with
they got to feel your warmth
because they got to cease your pain
and even if i tried i couldn't do that either
and your gone
and you're never coming back to say your final goodbye
and that's when i knew the cigarette meant more to you than me.
jealousy