I won't do it

The heart wants what it wants

And what it wants is a cigarette

Take yourself out for a walk, to take your mind off it

Turn the corner and hear the seagul honk

Wach wach wach wach

As it disappears into this blue mist

But I can see lilac in it

You'd been so good not smoking

Even forgot what it was like to miss it

But now you've smoked too much weed

Every night

And you've been going out a lot at night

And drinking and y'know

"I only smoke when I drink" and that you do

But you find yourself in waking hours now craving a toke

And it isn't enough to just ignore it, distract yourself 

Because in half an hour it'll just come

Back again

So what's the point?

Go on. Have a smoke

Should of brung one for the walk

You know it'd of made it better

More cosy, and relaxing

But I guess if you were smoking

You wouldn't of been typing

Which you never do anyway

Tell yourself "I'll do the poems"

Fill up that pretty book of yours

Where are these profound thoughts you were meant to have by now

Those interesting insights

What have you really for to comment on?

And the answer is nothing

A very vacant empty spot between those ears, behind those big ol' eyes

Because all you really think about is nothing

Stuff not worth commenting on

Of very little interest to anyone

I'm not trying to be self depreciating

I just don't have any hobbies.