Hooked

Veil those thoughts of yours with a curtain of smoke that leaks through your lips

They say that those cigarettes are addictive, God forbid they ever lay hands on you

It’s funny though, when your smokes pouring into my lungs I can’t think about anything

but the high that it gives me

Sure I know that some day down the road something bad will come of this, it may even

be the death of me, yet I’m so hooked I don’t hardly think about it, let alone care


I feel that this will never change, this relationship between drug and addict will go on

forever, as long as you make yourself available


The winds shift and you swing away, like you have a million times, can’t believe I always forget

clear the air I was getting sick of it anyways, the constant coughing, the undeniable

need to clear my throat every single time you come along

Maybe when I was younger, maybe when I had more life left, maybe when I didn’t

care about wasting my days on you, throwing it away for nothing but a quick buzz, 

perhaps when I didn’t care that you were clearing me,

that there was no future, no hope, no happiness

Maybe when I didn’t see you for what you were, but not now, and never again