IT HAS BEEN DAYS SINCE I HAVE SEEN YOU IN THE SMOKE OF A CIGARETTE. IT HAS BEEN WEEKS SINCE I HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED BY SCATTERED PIECES OF ASH AND THE BURNT FILTERS OF A CIGARETTE. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT BABY, FOR EVERY BREATH OF SMOKE I HAVE MISSED I HAVE DONE A SHOT INSTEAD. I HAVE SWALLOWED MY RAGE AND SORROW ONE BULLET AT A TIME TILL MY TONGUE WAS SO HEAVY IT FELT LIKE YOU WERE KISSING IT. THE FLAME I ONCE SAW IN A LIGHTER, I NOW SEE REFLECTED IN MY EYES WHEN I SEE MYSELF IN THESE BROKEN [BOTTLES] THAT SURROUND ME. OH JAMES . . . OH GOD JAMES. THESE [BOTTLES] MAY BE BROKEN BUT THEY ARE STILL A LOT MORE WHOLE THAN I WILL EVER BE.