breathe in for luck

time crawls by as i wait for this train to stop

dying for a breath of fumes, my lungs are fit to pop

my hand shakes uncontrollably with need

a coughing fit rips through my chest and my stomach starts to bleed

i'm nothing but a ball of nerves, please don't set me off

i'm a jittering mess of edginess, beset by a cancerous cough

this constricting addiction makes everything surreal

a desperate need for poisoned smoke is all i feel

i can't eat or sleep until that sweet inhale

sitting here, in reverent fear, the world has gone stale

twenty minutes to los angeles and peace

twenty years until the end of my body's lease.