Love Affair

I have sick scar tissue in the back of my throat
There's enough blood to gargle that I could choke
Never coughed up so much before
I'm guessing I should figure in my smoke
Maybe it is cancer, and my body's getting sick as I still go
Maybe it is my time to go
I rather go now to undying causes, and cut all my losses
Take me as a winner when everything in life pauses
Smoking isn't for quitters, that's why we need the nicotene on us
I got my addiction from my father
He smoked in cloves, I used to smoke indoors
Mary tasted sweet on my lips, spying her naked skin, I wrapped as I drove
Then depression hit, I had never hurt my lungs to that extent
So I figured I could smoke something a little blacker to give my soul a nicer tint
Maybe a few long laced with ivory faces
With no other temptations
Sings so soulful against my vocal chords, I'm waiting for those to disintegrate
Along with my structure, want to be alone... but baby I love you
So maybe tomorrow we can elope, and kill my health off
Maybe tonight we can elope, and kill my health off
Maybe next week we can elope and kill my health off
So you leave me be and lust and murder the next ones off