I want to sit, and smoke a cigarette.
If only to **** my self a little inside.
To bring me closer to you.
Closer to were you are now.
Closer to those little moments that made me feel so alive.

Oh god, I've tried.
To get better to feel better.
To. Be. Better.
Oh god, I've lied.
That's where I've gotten. Better.

I want to sit and smoke a cigarette.
If only to be closer to you.
I want to leave this place.
And go somewhere far away.
Driving with the windows down.
And listen to every. *******. Sad song.
And break down.
Then eventually you will hear my cries.
My pain.
My agony.
And it will rain.
Like your middle name.
A storm will fall upon me.
And I will be washed clean.
Until you hear me from the stars above.
Untangle my lies with your love.
More than a god above.
That is what I miss most, your love.