Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Out of everything I've lost this year, I miss my cigarettes the most
I miss my cigarettes the most, out of all the things I've lost this year,
My cigarettes are the ones I still yearn for.
I've lost many loved ones, but I saw them
Make it to the other side in great joy so I know
That missing them brings them here, and here is not always
A happy place.
So I am happy that they are in their heavens.
I miss them but then return in my dreams.
My cigarettes, they are gone forever.
They are a permanent loss
That I can never get over.
At night, when I wake up from tortured dreams,
I walk outside and into my van to get my cigarettes but
I stop short and remember that I have none,
So I sit outside and cry without sense.
I miss smoking, my only comfort in life,
If only the people I love knew how much I want
One more puff of nicotine in my throat, my lungs,
Circulating my blood, surely they would dislike me more.
I don't care for my health,
But I quit anyways.
I have no qualms about starting up again,
If only I had a legit enough reason.
Six years is a long time to be smoking,
From thirteen to nineteen,
Have I lived in smokers paradise.
Twenty years old,
No reason to quit,
But I did anyways.
No applause please, I'd just like to think a moment.
May 19, 2004
Suge
My cigarettes are the ones I still yearn for.
I've lost many loved ones, but I saw them
Make it to the other side in great joy so I know
That missing them brings them here, and here is not always
A happy place.
So I am happy that they are in their heavens.
I miss them but then return in my dreams.
My cigarettes, they are gone forever.
They are a permanent loss
That I can never get over.
At night, when I wake up from tortured dreams,
I walk outside and into my van to get my cigarettes but
I stop short and remember that I have none,
So I sit outside and cry without sense.
I miss smoking, my only comfort in life,
If only the people I love knew how much I want
One more puff of nicotine in my throat, my lungs,
Circulating my blood, surely they would dislike me more.
I don't care for my health,
But I quit anyways.
I have no qualms about starting up again,
If only I had a legit enough reason.
Six years is a long time to be smoking,
From thirteen to nineteen,
Have I lived in smokers paradise.
Twenty years old,
No reason to quit,
But I did anyways.
No applause please, I'd just like to think a moment.
May 19, 2004
Suge
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Out of everything I`ve lost this year, I miss my cigarettes the most
Out of everything I`ve lost this year, I miss my cigarettes the most