e-smoke
that one cigarette that’s been hiding in your drawer like a dirty secret, waiting for the day you’re out of smokes and you’re too lazy to go to the store.
That cigarette in my drawer is older than my first crush. It’s like it’s been waiting for me to fail.
I only smoke that one cigarette because I’m too proud to buy a new pack.
That cigarette in my drawer is like my ex. It’s been there for years and it still hates me.