Cigarette? Oh sorry are you trying to quit
I didn't want to drag you back, not that I'll admit
No, I'm quite happy being in this awful trap alone
I'd much rather you didn't accept it, it'll sink you like a stone
But you've weakened, I see that you really want this stick
I normally never offer them to you, but I felt obliged to proffer it
I didn't want you to escape and get away scot free
I'd rather you were stuck here, stuck right here with me
(Sydney, Australia - 2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem