I see you smoking a cigarette and all I can think about is how I want you to quit.

I’m so jealous of all of the cigarettes that always get to meet your lips.

It’s a shame that a cigarette knows more about your lips than I do,

Which is exactly why I have to make this move.



I now see you from a distance and I know that it’s best for me to live my life without you.

You never were addicted to me like you’re addicted to those things that only harm you.

Your cigarettes can keep receiving your kisses and so can she,

I’ve never been the type to love things that will intentionally hurt me.