Cigarettes

Under the surface
My bones still rot
Take in the substance
And my blood could clot

Stain
Both my lungs
The bitter taste of it
Spreads the toxic fumes
That leave me wanting in the end

Smoke
Carry me away
I've grown so fond of it
Carcinogens evaporate
And take me to a higher place

How can I expect to rest when you're unsure
I'm not eager to let go
You've been holding on so long to these high hopes
For the day I come home

Say that I'll be fine, I'm not giving up yet
But there won't be anything left
I can barely breathe, I guess that's the price paid
For these midnight cigarettes

And I'm losing consciousness again
This self destruction never ends
Lost in patterns, giving in
I stop this cycle, only to start again

Under the surface
My pulse
Could stop

How can I expect to rest when you're unsure
I'm not eager to let go
You've been holding on so long to these high hopes
For the day I come home

Say that I'll be fine I'm not giving up yet
But there won't be anything left
I can barely breathe I guess that's the price paid
For these midnight cigarettes



Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Ayala
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