WHY
not a clue
“I wish you were a cigarette
Paper, plant and soot
I could burn away the rest you
Leaving nothing but your butt
I could hold you in my hand
Toss you away when I’ve had enough
But you’re kind of like a cigarette
You have me addicted to my death
I can’t go an hour without you
And I can taste you in my breathe
You’re always gone too soon
You’ve left a sharp pain in my chest
I’m going to start chewing toothpicks instead”
