Cigarette to My Lips

I lay in the grass,
Looking at clouds up so high,
Bringing the cigarette to my lips,
Blowing the smoke to the sky.

I watch the sun ride,
I watch asit falls,
Looking at the sky,
I listen to bird calls.

Day turns to night,
And here i still lay,
Lighting a cigarette,
I wait for the next day.

The night passes slowly,
My demons come to play,
Cigarette to my lips,
To help survive their stay.

In the morning they find me,
Cigarettes all around,
Bottle against the tree,
And me hanging above the ground.