Cigarettes

I know they're bad for me But I can't resist They're my escape from reality My coping assist

I light and inhale The smoke fills my chest And I feel a rush of relief A moment of rest A break from the mess I exhale and watch The smoke drifts in the air Like my worries and fears Like my dreams and prayers Like my life and years I know they're killing me But I don't mind They're my only friends My loyal kind

I finish and toss it The butt lands on the floor And I see a pile of waste A sign of my core A mark of my score I know they're not worth it But I can't quit They're my identity My generation's fit My cigarettes