I should quit you...

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.

and inbetween.

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...

it's crazy

to need you.

i'm talking about a nasty habbit. smoking. not an old lover, though that probably fits too.