My Last Cigarette

I pace around the house smoking my last cigarette I won't let these tar-sticks contribute to my death I already put the rest of the pack deep down in the trash No longer will these devilish things give my lungs a rash So tonight I can say that I am free of the smokes A cleaner healthier body and a clearer throat But to my anxiety I need to smoke this last gosh-darn cigarette It's helping me to cope From dreadful things in my head