New Song: Nicotine

This song came alive because of the Beaners challenge, writing to a prompt: priorities.

Nicotine


I once met a guy
Up in a winters tree
Couldn’t make time for me
As far as I could see

Cause he had trapped a
Flying ballerina
In his icy bough cause he heard
She’d dance for a fee

But I wondered what if I became that woman somehow?
And I wondered what if I let the woman down?

But is she free if she’s addicted to nicotine?
But is she free is she’s a woman in need?

She waved hi to me
Pleading “Couldn’t you set me free
Cause I’m afraid I’m in danger of
Falling from his tree.”

So I punched the guy in the nose
Can’t believe that she chose
Running from the clutch of
His solid frame

And I wondered what if we knocked him to the ground?
Then I wondered what if we couldn‘t find a way out?

But is she free if she’s addicted to nicotine?
But is she free is she’s a woman in need?

So we ran hand in bloody hand
This broken window now where we stand
But looking in there was only
A reflection of me

Freezing cold, we sisters had ran
Addicted to a man, fast as we could
Then the mouth of our ghost spoke
“Hey, can I bum a smoke?”

How can she be free if she’s addicted to nicotine?
How can she be free is she’s a woman in need?
How can she be free if this is her priority?
How can she be free if she’s addicted to nicotine?