Feeding my addiction

My head is swirling
My lungs soon to collapse
My heart's weak
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction

Cancer's coming soon
My pockets are empty
One, two. three
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction

I've been this way since I was eight
I hate the after taste
But what would my family say?
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction

What would my father say?
How would my mother reply?
What would my siblings do?
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction

My cash goes to gum
I'm always borrowing hand lotion
But I'm wasting all my perfume
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction

I'm always taking showers
And even though I try to run, I can't
I'm always late for class
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction