Guns and Cigarettes
The smoke engulfs your body
I cough in disgust
“that'll kill you.”
And you respond with a smirk
Hypocrite is all I can think
As I do the same
You take a drag as do I
Ones on the skin
The other in the mouth
Is it a competition?
Who will die out first?
If it's not a blade
Then maybe a gun
For you it's might possibly be
All the alcohol
What's the difference between a gun and cigarette
We're both going to die
At the end of a barrel
With a cut off filter
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