It’s just that one smoke,
But it’s not,
Not the fact that u are dying,
The fact that people care,
The scars in your lungs,
X-ray on your wall,
And the regret,
They all build into something bigger,
That giant pattern taking form,
The one with u in it,
That one cigarette with chestnut flavor,
Now she is your friend,
With hole in the throat,