if your life

was a drawing

it'd be a big black

x x x

i hate the way

you smoke

you hold your cigarettes 

too tight 

and then you 

put them out in your hand

in that giant callus on your 

palm all because you

think it's cool

(it's not)

but i can see

it hurts you

you've still got

some nerves 

i know because 

they're fun to pull

i wish there was a way

to make you

care less about me

get out

get gone

stay