I Gave In

Today I gave in
To a slow suicide
That comes in a stick
From a red and white box

I halfway hated myself
As I searched for my lighter
And I found it
And I gave birth to a flame

I nearly kicked myself
With my first long inhale
I hate the taste, I hate the smell
But it's the calm that helps

I thought I'd stopped
But I could do worse
I used to do things
That could quicker put me in a hearse

Put out my cancer stick
Man I wish I could kick
This habit that kills me
But saves from bigger enemies