Cigarettes.

Sitting here alone, my mind floods with thoughts of regret
Everytime I take a puff of my cigarette
I can feel a numbness setting in after each puff of smoke
The pain I ignore due to the killing cure hardly makes me choke.
I guess you could say that they are keeping me alive
And killing me at the exact same time.
Isn't it sad that I'm living for the one thing that will surely end me.
I see my future in rings of smoke.
I see visions of myself sitting alone, too numb to the world.
Pain has always been sort of my vice.
An addiction to anything that'll kill me a little more inside.
And as I breathe in my certain death
I watch my self fall apart with each breath.
Our lives are ending and beginning, every minute, every moment
What I really want is someone just to hold hands with
As we both stare in awe and watch the world fall to pieces.
Seeing it all end, we'd both still be content
Because there's someone to hold as it all turns to ash
And someone to spend forever with when it's all over.
With each drag, I wish for something so much more
And with each exhale I forget what I was wishing for.