Nicotine Fits
looking for something that will never
be
my small hands around a coffee cup too
big to fit around
i sip slowly, thinking
it pleases you when i use
imagery about you
but...as if i'd do it again,
what with the way you treat
me
say goodbye to your friend
i'll be your acid trip for just awhile
i'm a fragile porcelain fuck-up
if you break me, i'll shatter again
for you
the nicotine tastes rather sweet...
and each inhale is a breath
of death
my little lullaby-- my fucked up sweetie
i'm afraid i'm gonna mess up again, afraid
i'll do the wrong thing
the way in which you walk is the
reason i prowl after you
i'm watching...your every move
i stay lagging behind because
i don't want to make the wrong
move
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