A cigarette a day, keeps the memories away


United States

When I'm with you, I smoke less

When you're with me, you smoke more

What a perfect way to describe our relationship

You may be good for me 

But I'm no good for you


Now that your gone my lungs are black 

because you left me breathless 

and it feels better to breath in smoke 

than it does to breath at all 


I'm gasping for air through these tears

I'm clawing for relief between there cancer sticks 

I'm waiting for this smoke to kill me


You smoke just to smoke 

You can fill your lungs without a problem 


But I can't breath without you


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