Smoke.

It's unlikely you'll stay
And when you go
I want you to know

That you bring the high and leave the low
That you keep the happiness above your head and the joy on your shoulder
That you leave the sadness and woe
That the need and want waits
Right behind you.

I can't make you stop
I can't make you drop
Drop the cancer and exhale the air
Stop the inhale
Stop the exhale
It's something I can't top.

For now we have the creaky bed and the water stained ceiling
For now we have the running breathless smoky love
Forever we have the rushing feeling of adrenaline and the sinking feeling of the sun
Forever we keep the cancer and the need and want waits
Right behind you.