I came back home
An empty chest
My hair smelling like
Your cigarettes
You stared a show
But you wanted to quit
I stayed and fueled
A fire, splendid
Though I never smoke
I crave a blazing fire
To burn alive in love
With my lethal desires
The smoke from your joint
And other things that were lit
A lot it at stake
For the things I can\'t quit.
-Al