• Kisses that sting with tastes of liquor,
    Tongue that’s cigarette-stained.
    Allow your worries to vanish quicker,
    With the toxins you’ve sustained.

    Does it taste like satisfaction?
    Do you inhale until you’re filled?
    Because I don’t feel the same reaction,
    When your lips are slowly killed.

    However I’ll always be here and act like I’m fine,
    Pick your poison my dear; you’re already mine.