One...  more cigarette, to light
Inhale and then forget, tonight.
 
Meanwhile in the ashtray,
Another still hisses and wisps,
A whisper, and the envy of an older sister.

And me I'm a nervous wreck.
If it weren't for coffee,
Weren't for nicotine,
Weren't for what the heck,

Maybe I'd relax, sit back and light another.


one... love affair, to have, to hold,
but not to spare my soul.

meanwhile in my bed, another lies
waiting for lovers,
with deception in their erection,
untrue sweat will spill behind the covers.

and me, I'm a nervous wreck,
if it weren't for sentiment,
if it wasn't so imminent,
I'd decline noble intent,

maybe i will search, then perch,
and fuck another.

one... more shattered dream to piece,
together, now and forever,
till we cease.

meanwhile at the seams,
another starts to fall apart,
and its cracking sounds delay
by nothing
but the deafness of a hollowed heart.

and me I'm a nervous wreck,
if it weren't for pros,
if it weren't for cons,
if i weren't too annoyed,

maybe ill react, avoid
and reach into the void,

to enjoy,

or maybe ill relax, sit back, and try another...
maybe ill reflect, in tact and start another to enjoy.