Tell me, How many sips does it take, How many puffs does it take, How many pills does it take, How many cuts does it take, How many attempts does it take, To feel the way I do? To hurt the way i do? To be the way i am?
As I put the cigarette between these lips of mine Just one match and it came alive The first puff burnt all my worries down With the second one I got rid of my frown The third drag made me feel your arms around me With the fourth one I started feeling free The fifth puff was warm against the cold air The sixth one made my vision clear With the seventh, I could see my spirit dancing in smoke The last one left me wanting for more
On the mission of self destruction He craved his own devastation So he lit a new cigarette After one too many He took a long lazy pull Clearing his fuzzy mind Killing his own monsters Smoke filled his lungs Soft puffs left his lips He inhaled sharply To burn out his demons To ashen his thoughts The screaming subsides His worries fell quietly With ashes to the ground Subtracting from his life
