Slow Motion Suicide
Between two fingers I hold the key to relieving my frustrations
Light it up, breathe in the poison, hold and exhale
Lingering smoke
It twists up and around, graceful, delicate-smoke
My eyes follow its path, my eyes burn
A single tear rolls down my cheek
Pain or pleasure?
Both
Like a razor to the wrist, nicotine is to the lungs
Seeing blood trickling down my arm never hurt
Inhaling toxins into my lungs doesn't either
The feeling is relaxation
Those little annoyances vanish for a few minutes
A slow motion suicide...
Razor to the wrist, not depp at first but gradually
i n c r e a s i n g
Cigarette to the lungs, gray at first but gradually
b l a c k e n i n g
Death from cutting
Death from inhaling
We make the decision
Between two fingers I hold the key to relieving my frustrations
Light it up, breathe in the poison, hold and exhale
Lingering smoke
It twists up and around, graceful, delicate-smoke
My eyes follow its path, my eyes burn
A single tear rolls down my cheek
Pain or pleasure?
Both
Like a razor to the wrist, nicotine is to the lungs
Seeing blood trickling down my arm never hurt
Inhaling toxins into my lungs doesn't either
The feeling is relaxation
Those little annoyances vanish for a few minutes
A slow motion suicide...
Razor to the wrist, not depp at first but gradually
i n c r e a s i n g
Cigarette to the lungs, gray at first but gradually
b l a c k e n i n g
Death from cutting
Death from inhaling
We make the decision
Between two fingers I hold the key to relieving my frustrations