The implication of dependence
Like the way your name fits into every sentence
I’ll stay sober for you (and I’ll stay true)
Even if all I feel is the touch of your fingertips
I’ll forget everyone I’ve kissed
So
Please don’t smoke
One day I’ll fear the ash will get caught in your throat
If it doesn't get me first
Being a second hand smoker
Was not on my bucket list
But you seem to insist
Its for your nerves,
its for your stress,
its for the excuses, excuses nonetheless
I won’t drink and drive
When your sleeping in the backseat tonight
Keeping the thought of you framed between passions
A menagerie of why my thoughts become actions
I'll keep my wrists uncovered and my head untethered
Waking up with(out) you
Turns my stomach like a washing machine
Finding it hard to act like a normal human being
Honestly
It's a blink and miss moment
A menagerie of why my thoughts become actions
I'll keep my wrists uncovered and my head untethered
Waking up with(out) you
Turns my stomach like a washing machine
Finding it hard to act like a normal human being
Honestly
It's a blink and miss moment
But the look on your face is clear
This was never meant to last longer than a year
Please don’t smoke
One day I’ll fear the ash will get caught in your throat
If it doesn't get me first
Being a second hand smoker
Was not on my bucket list
But you seem to insist
Its for your nerves,
its for your stress,
its for the excuses, excuses won’t you give it a rest
So
There must be something wrong with me
Push a pencil under my fingernails
Trying to revise the state i'm in
Not sure if it was just dumb luck
or a fault of sin
Futility I scribble over pen
-- Taylor, G., Adult
This was never meant to last longer than a year
Please don’t smoke
One day I’ll fear the ash will get caught in your throat
If it doesn't get me first
Being a second hand smoker
Was not on my bucket list
But you seem to insist
Its for your nerves,
its for your stress,
its for the excuses, excuses won’t you give it a rest
So
There must be something wrong with me
Push a pencil under my fingernails
Trying to revise the state i'm in
Not sure if it was just dumb luck
or a fault of sin
Futility I scribble over pen
-- Taylor, G., Adult