A cure for cancer.

It's the edge of living

dancing 

with a dirty cigarette in your mouth

hanging from a cliff

The edge 

That's where you feel alive

and the damaged self finds a way to speak 

When it's getting close to too late

How sad.

And beautiful.

Cigarettes change the way I let myself think 

We always find ways around
the things we're not suppose to be doing 
We'll find a cure for cancer 
just so we can go on smoking cigarettes
pretending to be alive