oh cigs you were my friends
but I have to admit this is the end
I cannot sleep, I cannot rest
without your comfort circulating in my chest
its been 8 hours, just today
but already, the sun is not so sunny, the skies are more grey
time heals all wounds, I ask?
or is it just more time we lack?
you have stolen some years from my life
now your absence steals my sleep and causes me strife
were you ever such a good friend to make me cough and sputter?
friends to the end, but now I leave you in the gutter