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