With every smoke
the fear goes away.
The familiar dizziness,
wish it would stay.
Because we cover pain
with some more.
We cover cracks
in our floor,
our throats burn
and our lungs yell
because our heaven looks like hell.
Memories flow back
so I cover that new crack.
Smoke in each eye,
alcohol in each vein,
it's amazing what we do
to hide our pain with pain.
