I miss smoking cigarettes

Man, let me tell you, I need to write a song. And not just any song, either. I need a keeper.

So? Write a song, farmboy.

What? Do you know how hard it is?

I don't care.

"I don't care?"  What the fuck? Here I am, baring my innermost feelings to you, being completely fuckin' vulnerable...

Look, farmboy, just write a song. Right now. I dare you.

Fucker.

(farmboy goes home and pulls out his journal and begins writing)

I miss smoking cigarettes
sorry, but it's true
my life was much more fun
when it was something I would do
I used to reward myself
for my hard-working labor
I used to sit outside
I was friends with every neighbor

I miss smoking cigarettes
I know that it ain't right
the mystery of Marlboros
in the magic of midnight
hanging out in parking lots
with all my goodtime friends
beer and weed and whiskey
too bad it had to end

'cause cigarettes cause cancer
and son, that ain't no joke
better to smoke that ganja, baby
gimme another toke

I miss smoking cigarettes
addiction can be fun
but, oh, my obnoxious friends
now that's all said and done
no more nasty nicotine
none of that ol' shuck and jive
I miss smoking cigarettes
but I like being alive