I fed your addiction:
you set me on fire
and I let you put your mouth all over me
and suck my life out with those lips,
breathe me deep into your lungs
and cough me out again.

I was the fix for your craving,
and once you sucked out all the flavor,
you let me smolder,
watched me burn,
tapped and tossed me
out the window,
let my blaze
burn into black.

For a while I was your high,
I hope you like the way it tasted
cause now my worth is all but wasted
on your need to calm the itch.

My spark is fading into ash
and I feel my flame is dying;
you've tasted all my toxins
and I feel dirty and abused.

And though I know I’ve been discarded,
left as litter on the track,
I can’t help hoping you enjoyed me,
that someday you’ll take me back,
hold my body, white and slender,
to your lips and take me in –
maybe one day
if I’m lucky
you might light me up again.