Cigarettes

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Okay, okay, I admit it
 I've been crossing both my fingers
 Hoping we would double digit
 But what's the point?
 I can't anoint
 A certain feeling back when we were both feeling
 I remember when
 You didn't let me down
 A neighbor could borrow a cup of sugar
 Sweet what we had
 I take you out to breakfast at Tiffany's
 I see the signs but I'm clearly not listening
 (Oh, oh, honey, don't you worry)
 I just need a sign
 You used to keep me in mind
 I was so proud to say that you were mine
 Call me right, call me wrong, call me anything you want
 I know, I know I fucked up
 Call me right, call me wrong, call me anything you want
 I know, I know I fucked up
 Trying to form a puzzle with these pieces that don't fit
 I just wish I took your advice when you said that I should quit
 I should've quit, I should've quit
 Your brand of cigarettes
 The first cigarette of the day
 Man, how good that tastes
 Pressure's got me down, yeah
 Pressure's got me down, yeah
 Loosen up my grip
 I'm losing my grip
 The cancer spread, I'm feeling dead
 The chemo's working supposedly they said
 And I don't feel it
 Call me right, call me wrong, call me anything you want
 I know, I know I fucked up
 Call me right, call me wrong, call me anything you want
 I know, I know I fucked up
 Trying to form a puzzle with these pieces that don't fit
 I just wish I took your advice when you said that I should quit
 I should've quit, I should've quit
 Your brand of cigarettes
 I'm packing my bags and I'm starting to think that you're sorry
 You pull back the blade and you whisper to me not to worry
 Don't you frown and hold me down
 It's easy, but you won't
 Take back the pain, take back all the hurt you sold me
 Disregarded warnings and deaf to what they told me
 Don't you frown and hold me down
 It's easy, but you won't
 Immobilized, frozen in shock
 I had to face the mirror, take hold of what I've got (Ooh, you won't)
 A fragile line of sanity
 Merely grains left from what I'd bought
 Cracks in the glass, mistakes from the past (And I)
 Velvet stains that always remain
 (I am a masochist and the pain you give is pleasure and I'm addicted)
 And I did this, I did this to myself
 Ball my hand into a fist (And I am)
 Who's the sadist? Who's the masochist?
 (I am a masochist and the pain you give is pleasure and I'm addicted)
 I knew it, and you knew it
 Mother fuck the artist that drew this
 Ball my hand into a fist (And I am)
 Who's the sadist? Who's the masochist?
 (I am a masochist and the pain you give is pleasure and I'm addicted)
 I knew it, and you knew it
 The blueprints not right, god blew it (and I'm addicted)
 Call me right, call me wrong, call me anything you want
 I know, I know I fucked up
 Call me right, call me wrong, call me anything you want
 I know, I know I fucked up
 Trying to form a puzzle with these pieces that don't fit
 I just wish I took your advice when you said that I should quit
 I should've quit, I should've quit
 Your brand of cigarettes
 Your brand of cigarettes
 Your brand of cigarettes
 I should've quit, I should've quit (The smoke, the smoke)
 Your brand of cigarettes (Your cigarettes)
 I should've quit, I should've quit
 Your brand of cigarettes
 Coughing
 Damn, are you okay?
 Geez, can somebody get him a glass of water?
 Fuck
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:18
Key
4
Tempo
180 BPM

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