Smoking Kills

I feel so dumb

So void of conviction

Afraid of my symptoms

I locked myself out

There’s nothing in this empty house

To save me from my lingering doubt

Your image in the very space

I inherit now

I tell myself that everything is going to be fine

Yeah right

We are the product of a broken class

But, we weren’t raised to be fucking morons

I am the product of my fathers burden

It wasn’t promised to me

So if you want to come and smoke on Friday

I’ll make a promise to maintain my distance

I never wanted to retreat so quietly

Let’s smoke a cigarette