my last cigarette

Everyone wants to know how it feels to be home

Even so, I’m on my own and living alone

I found a notebook of letters I’ll use in my book

It was the first time I felt truly understood

The days that I faked were obviously homemade

Looking in the mirror, I saw I was betrayed

Secret addictions made sure I was not living

The day I tell someone will be the beginning

Who knew I’d regret my last cigarette?

It was impossible to think I’d forget

I spent everyday scared of the debt

The devil seemed upset when we met

Go outside and pick your crime

There’s a sign it’s finally time