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Cigarettes
Desperate smoker smoking lungs, sighs of greatness followed by grasps of restless passion.
Endless nights of staring at the ground, never-ending evenings laying my stare at the sky.
Sweet and silent angel of death.
Filter breath.
Desperate long cuts chant my name. Perpetual breakfast made of cowboy killers and jet black coffee.
Box packed with excuses made for the week souls.
Compassionate spirit that understands my sins.
Addictive reflection with death on my lips, wind on my chin, sunshine on my glasses, a pocked full of excuses and a backpack full of regrets.
I love you not I need you. I need you not love you.
Oh precious smoke,
here I ponder getting older,
saeasons past,
wisdom bolder,
days grow longer,
nights burn colder,
years pass right by, one thing did not change.
Excuses, I still carry, even closer when I marry, so called spirit made of beauty, dressed in satin, hot and thin, my sweet nicotine.
Endless nights of staring at the ground, never-ending evenings laying my stare at the sky.
Sweet and silent angel of death.
Filter breath.
Desperate long cuts chant my name. Perpetual breakfast made of cowboy killers and jet black coffee.
Box packed with excuses made for the week souls.
Compassionate spirit that understands my sins.
Addictive reflection with death on my lips, wind on my chin, sunshine on my glasses, a pocked full of excuses and a backpack full of regrets.
I love you not I need you. I need you not love you.
Oh precious smoke,
here I ponder getting older,
saeasons past,
wisdom bolder,
days grow longer,
nights burn colder,
years pass right by, one thing did not change.
Excuses, I still carry, even closer when I marry, so called spirit made of beauty, dressed in satin, hot and thin, my sweet nicotine.
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