Idle Threats and Cigarettes

You had the weight of a paper airplane
 Wide eyed naive and green
 Should have never messed with Chasity Johnson
 You probably got kicked in the teeth
 Well I didn't know your story was so tragic
 To think you were born on new year's eve
 Now looking for your shot a redemption
 With that stain on your name
 Who knows the murmurings of the grape vine
 Amazonian hourglass babe
 Pulled you close you thought you could kiss her now
 She yelled till she was blue in the face
 You could have been every girl's hero
 Crowd of cronies standing by
 We made our way back home in the rain now
 You would have got kicked in the sweets
 Well I didn't know your story was so tragic
 To think you were born on new year's eve
 Now looking for your shot a redemption
 With that stain on your name
 On the way home you said that this story
 That we'd laugh about it some day
 Pretty sure I got past that now
 They all said you were to blame
 Well I didn't know your story was so tragic
 To think you were born on New Year's eve
 Now looking for your shot a redemption
 With that ice in your veins
 Well I didn't know
 Well, we talked all night with police over those
 Idle threats and cigarettes
 Talked all night over those
 Idle threats and cigarettes