god I want a fucking cigaretteit's been three months again
and I know it won't feel good
or help anything
but I've been thinking about it for weeks
and we've been watching this show
where all they do is smoke and make jokes
and wear pretty dresses
I drank all my coffee and it's too late to make more
last night I had a meltdown about my divorce--
the one I wanted, yes-- the one that's eight years old--
I didn't write down any of it
I didn't write anything down
and now we're at war
don't tell me we're not
like hell we're not
I can be in two points of time at once
I am buried in everyone's rubble
and I really want a fucking cigarette