Her perfume
I don’t like the way you smell when you smoke
Leaving ground you rise as she burns
and inhale to cope
because the atmosphere calms your nerves
You give your lungs over to her
Bowl one, three, and five
Reaching for your wallet with a sigh
I don’t like the way you smell when you smoke
And how much you feel like you need it
I adore you, this you know
I’d just rather hear you breathe without strain
I’d just rather watch you smile without her aid
Cause Mary Jane is a two timing flame
her drawing breath, deceitful soothes
And your lips smell like her perfume