you are my nicotine
but im not yours
i tried to quit your touch
does that make me 'whore'?

im afraid to confess
of the mess
that would be best
if it were less
in my head
when i go to bed
and i dread
the world so quiet
but the riot
is so loud i cant deny it
but i defy it
and fight it
and i might get hit
by a brick
and it'll hurt like a b*tch
but this itch
i cant ditch
will finally be kicked

all i can do is pretend that you miss me
while knowing that i miss you too