i smoke because i hate myself.
it came by chance or circumstance -
you came and took me off the shelf.
it really is an odd romance,
it keeps me buried in my head
and leaves me in a kind of trance.
i'll carry this until i'm dead.
sometimes i wander and get lost,
i always leave a trail of bread.
i'm coming home at any cost.
i once was in declining health -
when it was bad, they called the cops.
prescriptions lend a certain wealth,
i'll pay with them and nothing else.
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