My Cigarette

I hate my cigarette, for loving it so much

It does me no good, damages and such

I give it my all and get nothing back

Well, maybe, some day, a heart attack

Don't really need it, I just want it so bad

Coming to think about it, it's really very sad

Tried to quit it, was miserable, it felt unfair

I had thought quitting would NOT make me struggle for air

Emotion over Logic, wish they didn't have to fight

Mr. fuckin Logic loses and I can't sleep tight

My cigarette is doing me wrong

It's been going on & on

& on . .

But hey,

At least it made me write this lil' song

That smoke is bad for me, I swear I know

It won't let me grow

Yet I can't let it go

My cigarette is somethin' I need better than..

It's a thing that should stay there and then

My cigarette won't ever give me what I need

It can never nurture me, it just harms me indeed

I hate my cigarette, for lovin' it so much

It does me no good, damages and such

It's not really love ; Just some fucked up addiction

No happy ending, it's pulp and it ain't nothing but fiction.

You Are My Cigarette.

India, 2014