Little black dust always at my feet,
It’s no surprise to me
Cigarettes leave ashes and broken dreams,
It’s no surprise to me
As I inhale the air,
Smoke obtains from my nose
The smell reminds me of you
The sight of a lit cigarette being burned out,
Reminds me of you too
Was it true you were just a dead waste,
Or was there something more to
You see your like a cigarette to me
I crave you non-stop,
Only to be giving life from a demon
Others tell the horrible things you do,
But just like my feels I make an excuse
I tip on my toes,
Only to be going through nails
This isn’t anything new
I could be lost in the deeps of a black lake,
Yet I would only be coming up to breath in the air from your lips that touched a cigarette for goodness sakes
Praying only leaves me to believe that i’ll be saved
Saved from the devil i’m dancing with,
Saved from the lies that feel my head
Temptations only give me satisfaction,
But i desire a greater pleasure
One that doesn’t drain my soul from what my heart captures that leaks to my brain
My body craves for your hands that feel me,
My heart is hungry for your words that touch me
My head is waiting to be filled with the images of our satisfied flesh and bones that laid between the sheets of your bed
Ashes flutter behind
This cigarettes time is up,
Like the ticking bomb that’s launched in my heart
Little, little black dust laughing at my feet,
It’s no surprise to me