Silent Smoke Struggle

First thing in the morning,

reach under the sheet Cold metal in my palm,

my morning defeat It's a habit in the dark,

it's a constant routine A thirty-second rush of sweet tangerine (sweet taste)

I promised yesterday that I would throw it away But here I

am breathing in the chemical grey

And my chest feels tight,

but I still want more Finding empty pods scattered on the bedroom

floor

(no more, no more)

It's a plastic cage in the palm of my hand Trying to

break a habit that I don't understand I reach for the air

but I'm breathing in smoke A sweet little lie that's becoming a

choke (ooh-ooh)

Friends tell me it's easy,

just put it aside But they don't see the panic I'm trying

to hide Every five minutes,

the phantom vibration A physical need,

a mental fixation (can't stop)

I threw it in the trash,

then I fished it back out Ashamed of the loop that I'm

running about

They flavor it like candy so you don't feel the cost But

count up the hours and the freedom I've lost

(so much lost)

I want my lungs back,

I want to be free From this little silver device holding me

It's a plastic cage in the palm of my hand Trying to

break a habit that I don't understand I reach for the air

but I'm breathing in smoke A sweet little lie that's becoming a

choke (ooh-ooh)

Just empty plastic... (coughing softly) I gotta let it go this time.