You know I don't have a gun
To point at my own head
But there's other ways to
On the bright of one morning
Be declared dead

As I stare at my reflection
Oblivious to what I see
Because the only problem in my life
Is actually just me

The baggy jeans linger over my legs
And I can't live without cigarettes
The scars on my body
The cuts aren't deep
Maybe just enough to keep me asleep

I need a smoke
Perhaps one day I'll be brave enough
To reach my own home

The need to close my eyes
And shut my naïve mind
from believing those stupid lies

The cloud retreats my mouth
Tomorrow I'm moving south
Or maybe just buy another pack
That's just enough to fulfil my lack