Gotta Have Them
That cigarette is laying in it's pack
I know exactly where it's at
Right there on the end table
Available to me whenever I'm able
Its been a couple hours, I've had enough
Gotta grab one and puff, puff, puff
Sadly, I'm snuffing that butt out in the ashtray
I said I was through with smoking just yesterday
But I could have predicted
Cigarettes are not through with me, I'm addicted
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9/10/19
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2019
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