Subtle Suicide

I'm getting really good at destroying myself
But there is always room for improvement
Swore off drugs and alcohol
So I have to get creative now
Guess you can call this the long game
Spending a fortune on Lucky Strikes
Hoping to never run out
Of luck, that is...
As if there were anything lucky about cigarettes

Use to smoke 38 Specials
Liked the cruel irony
Of puffing little cigars
Imagining the gun in my mouth
And the band in my ears
But they were too hard to come by
In case I ever left town
Plus they smelt like shit
And that's coming from a guy
Who considers loss of smell
One of the upsides to the habit

When it comes to death
It's a slow burn
Like suckin' a tiny tailpipe
On a clown car
Exhaust one more fatal analogy
Because all jokes aside
Smoking is a not so subtle suicide

9-13-2024