When I Smoke

i stand outside the back door in the cold

staring up at the sky hoping it can tell me something

that i'm not just out here freezing my ass off for nothing

for a nasty habit just for the sake of habit

i think about quitting

but i haven't found a good enough reason

so i take another drag

hold it in deep

let it get into the lungs

into the blood

into the bored crevices of the soul

where all my cravings begin