last cigarette

i'm back in this habit

the tobacconist grabbing a packet of fags

and passing it back as i hand him the cash

the transaction is tragic

a moment of magic

as i open the packet and go for the wrapping

in only a moment i'll have this fag lit

the sad fact is i'm an addict

i need

the hit of nicotine

just to breathe

and it's obscene

just between us

as a kid

i disbelieved

a brittle leaf mixed with heat

could leave you feeling incomplete without it

so blow the smoke out quick

you'll feel terrible

however

you will have achieved something incredible

this is my last cigarette

i've done enough that i have to regret

this is my last cigarette

i've done enough that i have to regret

bringing a whole different sting

to the thing you hold in your fingers

they're stained since you imitated

the behaviour of your favourite singer

i know you stroll to the cinema

and your role model's holding a marlboro

the image is vivid and so you're sold the whole

till your soul is a prisoner moulded in miniature

rolled in a rizla

held in a wrestling hold till the finisher

you're choked out

so blow the smoke out

no doubt: self-control's what's killing you

this is my last cigarette

i've done enough that i have to regret

this is my last cigarette

i've done enough that i have to regret

this is my last cigarette

i've done enough i have to regret

without gasping for breath

asking for death

in return for the active effects

as many a heroin addict has said

it's addictive as smack

you'd be daft to inject

skip the needle and the needle skips

as i tap my fag

let the ash hit the deck

stood on the back step in the rain

and never complain till my fag's wet

splashed out

cashing the cheque

ash

ground; ground

ash; have you met?

this is my last cigarette

i've done enough that i have to regret

this is my last cigarette

i've done enough that i have to regret

i stub the nub

enough's enough

i'm good

i would gladly have another fag

see

but the fact is i'm done

it's off my chest

and i'm impressed

with my willpower

nothing less

face my face at 88 miles an hour

time travelling as my life expectancy expands

and i feel like a younger man

you need to fight the hunger

dan

you're done; you can

i can

i am

this is my last cigarette

i've done enough i have to regret

this is my last cigarette

i've done enough i have to regret

this is my last cigarette

i've done enough i have to regret

this is my last cigarette

i've done enough that i have to regret