but i don't know how.
you look good on me... though i know that sounds silly.
you entertain me.
you give me pleasure.
you calm my nerves.
you are the perfect date when drinking is involved.
or when i wake up and before i go to bed.
you are something i should give up because you are not good for me.
for my heart. or for my body. or for my life.
but i just can't seem to...
to need you.
i'm talking about a nasty habbit. smoking. not an old lover, though that probably fits too.