I press a cigarette against my lips and you tell me I need to quit my addiction. I take a shot of whisky and you say instead of drinking you should listen. You get so angry at my bad habits you tell me if I don't stop you'll keep your distance, so I quit because I love you and what do I get? I walk to your house and see you with another man, kissing. I smoked on my way back home and finished that bottle. I'm listening now I'm quitting my addiction. My addiction was you.
Elias Cortez
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