You're walking home from the store
It's burning on the pavement floor
You have this sudden urge, what for?
To pick it up and smoke it
You've never cared to try it
When "peer-pressure" as they call it
Was knocking at your door,
So why now that you're alone?
You watch as the smoke trails up
But your feet keep trailing forwards
Your head turns, you ignore it
But you can't ignore the what for and
Your feet move toward it
And you rid it of its life