Lyrics Pulmonary Carcinoma - Isserley

I like the smell of your cigarettes
It reminds me that you did this to yourself
I like the smell of your perfume
It hid the alcohol and rotting flesh

But you, your life, your dreams
There were none involving me
And you, you said you'd never be dead
You're too strong to lettem' take the wheel

This disease is taking your mind
I'm at ease that you're fine
But when a hand becomes a phone
A car trip, I'm alone
Denial has no place in this

I hate the fact that you're still here
Steering every thought I have
I hate that you got to say goodbye
You don't deserve to sever these ties

And you, your life, your death
It hasn't really bothered me yet
But you aren't dead, you're here
You won't leave my fucking head

I hope you're okay