Like Nicotine

One night, you told me about how you quit smoking,
But you still love to stand on the sidewalk and breathe in the fumes.

That was when I realized that you're the closest thing to nicotine I'll probably ever know
That one thing that you know is horrible for you, but you just keep coming back to it.
That one little nasty habit you can't bring yourself to kick.
Self-destruction in its purest form.

And it was through losing you that I suddenly understood
How people can lose themselves to drugs, to booze
Because there are times when I'd do anything to be rid of you,
To be free from the memories,
The longing,
The pain.

But here I am, still breathing in your fumes.