I blame you for my (cigarette) addiction.

It's terrible to blame your death

for my bad habits,

but your death has shaken me.

It has affected me more than

I can say

more than I ever thought possible.

A little bit of you are in those

sticks.

One puff for you, another for grandma,

and a million for my life.

I should quit, I keep saying

I will

maybe one day.

For now, I'll keep puffin' away.