last night, i lost a part of me.
bt how wonderful it felt
to have my sweet nicotine
hold me while i slept.
he never complained about my snoring.
or loosened his grip.
to think i spent our time exploring,
when i could've had his lips.
what time did we spend,
so lost in our nightmares?
for on time we must depend,
the ticking clock has got me scared.
at midnight, i lost my baby
he slipped right out of my dreams
to think he might've saved me
too bad he never heard my screams.
tonight, i lost a part of me.
my lover disappeared.
my deadly nicotine,
my addiction,
was no where to be seen.
