Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for mature content.
It’s been some months now, you’ve had a break.
I wish she never left but she did.
The cigarettes must’ve left some scars.
I know I hurt you with all that tar;
You’re the one that keeps me singing.
It must really suck to just keep clinging.
Right now my head is in a trance,
I can see you dying all the way.
When I look inside at every chance,
All I see is two air bags – dull and grey.
So these are my last words to you,
I know you’ll probably die tomorrow
But know I’ll just keep on abusing you
Because my head needs to be deader by tomorrow.
So just keep on breathing and let me feel the smoke.