El Cigarrillo

Last night I was talking with my cigarette
I felt tired, tired, bored, and so empty
That sometimes I even think I don't exist
That sometimes I even think I don't exist

I lit it very slowly, took a puff
And as I watched the smoke dissipate in space
I remembered so many things I thought forgotten
I told it all while smoking

I talked to it about you and my longings
I told it about your kisses and my hopes
I told it about your forgetfulness, my many tears
About what we lived, which today has turned to nothing

I said it's possible that no one loves me
Because I've tried to live my way
Because I've refused to pay the tribute of baseness and sin
That the world demands of us today

That maybe I'm finished or life has defeated me
That I've suffered and cried, fought and laughed
And what have I gained by being so understanding?
Just living desperate in such an empty world

Last night I was talking with my cigarette
And as I finished, lost in thought, I remained with sighs
That in this sad verse, which is the world I live in
Only it remains as my sole friend