200 Cigarettes

I feel lost inside my home I'm on five percent on my phone I just gotta leave the city keep a bag and it's empty What's wrong with me now? It's hard to breathe now Pills on my bed Two hundred cigarettes Two hundred cigarettes I just started feeling like I'm lighter when I'm lonely I can't hold the heavy shit for people, they don't know me I can't make a heaven for the hell inside my family I can't imagine me giving a fuck about a Plan B I'm fourteen with a Newport sitting on my roof and laughing I wonder if I slip will there be anyone to catch me I feel lost inside my head I have burn holes in my hands Smog covering the city The full moon looks empty to me It's falling down on my house