You told me you didn’t like me smoking and left me cause of it. I stopped smoking fearing that I would lose you forever. The thought of not being with you, I could not stand.
I drove up to your house to tell you I finally gave up my nasty habit, but I was greeted by a sight I wish I could unsee. I saw you pressing your lips against another. Lonely at heart, I drove away.
I grabbed my old dear friend and smoked my loneliness away.
I think it was time to quit my actual bad habit, You.