Quitting

I'm trying to quit smoking

Cause my fingers always wreak

And strangers love to give me looks

And tell me what they think.

They say it's gonna kill me

And they act like they all care

I wouldn't really mind it

But I can't ignore their glares.

I can't help that I miss it, though

I crave it like it's water

Sometimes, I don't even care

If it leads me right to slaughter.

I'm trying to quit smoking

Cause I can't handle the stress

Of quitting or staying together

But I have no choice, I guess.

I'm trying to quit smoking

Cause it's such an ugly trait

I'm not sure if I have the gall,

But I guess we'll have to wait.

- B.G.