Escape

If the lighter’s a trigger
I’ll load my gun
And swallow the bullets
Straight into my lungs

With every drag
And hit I take
My thoughtless mind
Will come awake

No more mommies leaving
Or daddies crying
Just coughing and heaving
And careless flying

I guess it’s living
I guess I’m dying
And if I’m not
I’m surely trying

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