So, now you say we're through.

You no longer want me.

You no longer crave what I have to give.

I’ve heard all that before.

And a few days later, you’re back,

Telling me how much you missed me,

And how you can’t make it through the

Day without me.

You love the way I make you feel.

We’ve been through a lot together.

Good times.

Bad times.

I’ve always been there for you.

Oh sure, you put on a big show

In front of your friends,

Saying how you feel so much better

Without me.

Baloney.

They say the same thing to you:

You’ll go back.

You’re hooked.

They’re right, you know.

I saw you in the store the other day,

And the way you looked at me.

I saw the longing in your eyes.

Face it.

You miss me.

You can't make it without me.

You’re already thinking of

Picking me up.

And breathing in my scent.

You’re weak.

Look at me!

Wait!

Come back!!!

In celebration of not smoking for 35 years now!

Yay!!!!