Why oh why?

It’s drying out my bank account

But when I get that

I feel it here man

It makes me feel

So trapped

So loved

So bad

So fucking good

Too bad i would if I could

But there’s something about it

That keeps me coming back

So I keep running back

For some of that

Gotta say I really like your taste

I can’t quite quit and I can’t quite stay

What drags me back?

And why can’t I get away?

From these cigarettes

Why oh why?

It’s drying out my self esteem

My friends they ask

What do you see in her?

I would spew it if I knew

But until the day the day I do

A crutch is a must

And my crutch brings husk

With a heart full of tar

And a mind full of lust

It breaks me down

And makes me feel so

But a sweet sucka puff

For me is a must

Yet I wheeze in my sleep

Guess it’s just tough love

What drags me back?

And why can’t I get away?