I was done being your cigarettes
You simply came to me when you were bored
And stepped on me when you were done
All I needed was to be someone's drug
Something they would die for
Someone who came to me for the high,
And started to need me
To function,
To live life to the fullest
I needed someone who needed me
Not to be some ash thrown to the ground
Something you grabbed for when you had nothing better to do
A habit.
I need to be an addiction,
One where I'm treasured.
