I am a man who is rotten and forgottennliving with handfuls and landfills of regretsnwhile she stand there stabbing me in the chestnwith each subtle suck of her cigarettenand i confess that i regressnwith each drag of her cigarettento a teenage kid with broken ribsnconfused about what all this isni take two steps forward and two steps backni'd two step home, but haven't got oneni inhale these nicotine dreamsnand i'm in hell when my mind thinksni'm just looking for that medicinento cure me and the mess i'm inni take two steps forward and four steps backnrealize lies are truth if you call them factsnone day, i pray, it will be okaynone day it will all be okaynback and forthnbacknand of course, everything is off coursenmy mannerisms make me youngernher cigarettes make her oldernone day i'll marry that mother mary mother figurenjust to cry on her cold shouldernand if i freeze to death it would be the best that i could think to gonon filtered breathnshe would tell me that i am finally home