cigarette addiction
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The Ashtray In The Corner
There’s an ashtray in the corner
Ghost of past lovers on my wall
They’re haunting my propriety
I’ve got couple bong rips
Held with a deep grip in my lungs
Yeah
I got a couple slits
Not just the ones that cover my eyelids
I inhale, Smoke fills my lungs.
Leaving behind a bitter sweet taste on my tongue.
Bitter poison but sweet relaxation. Absorbing into my bloodstream my own condemnation. I try to fight it, but too strong is the temptation
