They’re Only Cigarettes
Rachel Brown
Smoking until the insides of my lungs
Look just like yours
At least I’m not pretending I’m not dying
Like you are
Drinking until the insides of my liver
Looks just like yours
You’re saying to stop doing what I’m doing
While you still are
I have a cough I really don’t want
And a reason to drink NyQuil from the bottle
My throat hurts and I’m feeling really tired
But sometimes I don’t hate myself still
Smoking until the insides of my lungs
Look just like yours
And I’m not sure which one of us is really sick
Me or you, the hypocrite