Just A Cigarette
Every action has an equal or opposite reaction
You throw a ball at a wall, it bounces back
You kiss a girl, and her lips wrap around yours
When you flick a lighter, it produces a flame
You light the tobacco, it will burn
The world is full of reactions, but what if they are not all the same?
When you kiss the girl, her lips wrap around yours, seems nice right?
But what's the reaction of your jaw when her boyfriends fist slams into it?
You can break and fall to the floor, or you get back up and throw one back.
Or what happens when a girl breaks your heart and makes you feel like you caught a razor scooter straight to the ankle.
Do your memories of them burn up and fade away like smoke in the atmosphere?
Maybe, or maybe you get a little bent, but with a couple pulls, you're back to normal.
Sometimes I wish I was like a cigarette
Even if people know I'm bad for them, they'd take me anyways.
I wouldn't be in someone's life for very long, but they'd love me while I was theirs.
I'd be the comfort after a breakup
A conversation starter at a bar
A relaxer after a tough day at work
The post-sex celebration
I like the idea of being someone's boost
My family hid the belts and knives when I told them I didn't feel like I was going to be around for very long.
But I wasn't saying I was suicidal, just that I felt that my life was meant to be beautiful, not necessarily long
Maybe that wouldn't be so bad, maybe people would call me a rainbow, beautiful while it lasted.
At the end of the day, I want to be the thing that brings people comfort.
Something that they can look forward to at the end of the day.
Some people are like heroin, they give you a false sense of security, and then when they're gone, you feel the floor fell out from underneath you.
I don't want to be like Motley Crue
Having to run away high so I don't come home low
I want to be the high someone gets when they come home low.
At the end of the day, people take more than they give.
And maybe I'll just end up crumpled up on the curb
In the gutter, another forgotten litter
Or maybe I'm the catalyst for someone amazing story.
But what about my amazing story?
What about the countless symphonies of my life could be?
I don't want people having to be dependant on me
Like a smoker's craving when they crave their nicotine
I want my descendants to look back at me and see a dream
Someone they admire, who they aspire to be
I hope I'm not like Hamilton, cramming in so much while running out of time
I want to plant seeds in a garden and see what it grows to be
I want people to love me... for me