you've left a bad taste in my mouth
like these cigarettes i've refused to stop smoking
this filter is turning into my lungs
my lungs are black
and so is this space you've left in my chest
i do not want this
i do not want this taste in my mouth anymore
i light up another just to let you in
doubting you has left me questioning myself
please just give me a reason to give you up
this smoke stings my eyes
like the oceans of tears we've created
so swim, swim before you drown
cuz i'm going under, i'm going under
i'm holding my lung(my sweet cigarette) just above the water line
i can barely breathe but i'm okay
i'm getting kind of weak, so i drop my lung
my cigarette is gone; it has fizzled out
now just you remain somewhere in the deep
you; my only vice