Give me a cigarette
Something to calm my nerves
Tell me a secret
Something that excites my soul

Because the planes are coming in
And I’m sure one will hit us soon
If not, at least I have my hopes
Of ending in one fantastic explosion
With you.

Oh. Damn. Boom.

Ha, ability!
I’m perfectly capable,
Save my one little failing.
It’s called anxiety
And I’m always shaking,
Physically, mentally
And everything in between.
So just let me be;
For stopping may be the end of me