Analysis of cigarette after cigarette

cigarette after cigarette

sweaty, lonely nights
without you
drizzle rain
inside my room
I pace the electric floor, breathing
sighing
with the weight of loss
I wish I had my love back
seeking more from you
return, please, now
with bitter memories jaded
in the sharpest cut, no time for regret
allow our nest to grow in heat
and sweltering conditions
what did I say?
it must have been really bad
to cause this avalanche of grief
misled in a moment of fallen whimsy
I couple myself with terror, tonight
and dream of an escape so daring
scaling the walls of my heartache
to reach for you...