Cigarettes

Let me have just one more,
Just one little more
While breathing and breathing
I’ll have just one more.
Though smoke is just nothing
Is nothing in white
The smoke fills you up
With nothing in white
But fills you up breathing
And breathing one more
Where the smoke fills you up
You have something and more.
And today I have nothing,
Or at least little something
And a something is more
Than a nothing you’re sure
So I’ll quit then tomorrow
As sure as I’m sure,
But until then, still breathing,
I’ll have just one more.