Nicotine Routine

Locked inside my room The music turned up to max So I can't hear my thoughts As I force myself to relax My chest inside is pounding My pin-up callender falls No way to please the addiction I want to break these walls Claustraphobia is taking It's toll from my sanity I'm underage, and broke. I storm with profanity I unplug the CD player, and then I unlock the door I twist the knob and open And fall to hit the floor I force myself up to run To continue to the stairs The music still in my head, Oh how loudly it blairs! I grab my keys, and drive As fast as I can drive Then get a ticket for speeding. Ten miles over forty five I see an old gas station I've succeeded here before I hope they sell to me At this convenience store. "Welcome. What can I get you?" The kind young lady asks me. "A pack of Marlboro Reds." "Sir, can I see your ID?"