**** you. Establishing a fake, quick-and-easy false sense of connection, closeness, & intimacy. (Who can so easily share such a dark and painful secret. And all the while proceed to practically skip away like some whimsical creature in which you are.)
Take my breath as I see yours also being expelled from your lungs. (Why is it such the effect you have on me and why, oh, why can i so clearly see it on you as well?)
Lord bless me in spite of these impure thoughts & urges within me, as I glance no more than a few half seconds, for it is all my heart can take. (Oh the things i would do to you. Oh the things i would let you do to me)

The cigarettes, they make me sick but they make me whole.
The smoke fills my lungs; fill me with your smoke.
You're a craving, i'm itching for a hit.
Just half is enough. Just enough to feel it.
Make me feel light; make me feel alright.
Just let me get my fill.