What's in a puff that leaves me wanting
Bugging my head all day and night
to have a smoke whilst a fear of getting hooked
Is it worth the burn
Hole in the pocket, burnt
a clean pair of lungs, burnt
It shall keep me sane
Comes later, the pain
the staple of the day
When I'm alone and bored
When I'm with company to hide my insecurity
When I lost all hope i cross my fingers the lighter doesn't fail
If only the world would breathe it
If only it would not hurt me and leave a stench
If only it would take away all the worries in that moment of lightness
What's in a puff that leaves me wanting
When I hadn't even held a stick between 'em fingers
No comments:
Post a Comment