Smoking

Embarrassed to admit that I miss smoking.

Breathing in solitude with strangers.

“Hand of doom” dances in the background,

Empty cups on the passenger seat.

I got that lump in the throat feeling,

The sky’s turning black.

What would you give, what would you give to the world

That gives you nothing back?

Standing on the precipice of the way things are and the parts I miss

Experience the moment that I'm in.

I can feel it shifting in my skin.

Don't recognize myself in the mirror,

I think maybe I never did.

Still there's light that leaks in the corners

Of the childhood joys I hid.

Got that lump in the throat feeling,

A sign to get on track,

What do you give to the world that gives you nothing back?

What would you give to the world that gives you nothing back?

Standing on the precipice of the way things are and the parts I miss. experience the moment that I'm in.

Laughed at by an empty glass,

Feel the crave then the moments passed.

Times up, I'm shifting in my skin.

Embarrassed to admit that I miss smoking.

Breathing in solitude with strangers.