coffin nails

generations killed by a habit called healthy
addiction working, patient and stealthy
stub out a butt stub out the fear
always healing but less each year

giving you nothing but what it takes away
the last thing you see at the end of the day
smoking while watching the dying light
of someone else losing the cancer fight

want it and want it and nobody knows
what its like when that monster grows
one single puff and the need goes away
but then it comes back and again you pay

quit for three weeks and you're over it
a drink and a puff and a coughing fit
tragedy strikes, you smoke for a bit
next thing you know, you're back in the pit