The black smoke fills my lungs
And as I press the cigarette to my lip
I can still taste you on my tongue
You say I'm killing myself
But I don't smoke to die
I smoke because I'm young
And I can survive
And when you say "you only have one body"
I disagree, because I've touched so many others, they became a part of me
And I remember that night when, we were on your bedsheets neck to neck
And I asked how you could judge me
When I could smell the whiskey on your breath
And there were bottles in your cabinet where the sugar and spice should be
And how you tried to hide it because you didn't want me to see
So as you breathe my toxic air
Try to pretend like I'm not really there Because we're both born to die
And killing myself is my way of life.
