Last Ciggie

Why don't we just send him off
 In a great flamin' pyre of sticks
 Something casual, something low-key
 Might do the trick
 I really don't just buy in
 I mean, it's really not my thing
 Religious ceremonies
 Are supposed to cure the pain from within
 It's not something you share, it's just yours to bare
 And this'll be the very last,
 Very last cigarette
 Barefoot in worn-out Levi's
 How could I forget?
 And this'll be the very last,
 Very last cigarette
 Barefoot in worn-out Levi's
 How could I forget?
 You're not in my head
 You don't know the words unspoken
 Wish I had a few more years
 'Cause this is feeling a little bit token
 Maybe it's not real
 And it's just the shit that I've been smokin'
 Well, it must be true
 'Cause everyone has started to cry
 Not a single dry eye
 And this'll be the very last,
 Very last cigarette
 Barefoot in worn-out Levi's
 How could I forget?
 And this'll be the very last,
 Very last cigarette
 Barefoot in worn-out Levi's
 How could I forget?
 Been out here on my side
 But you won't except my [?]
 Dressed up in this stupid outfit
 Want the whole damn world to burn
 Game, set, match, I won
 But you'll never hear my words
 I only had a few
 Just to sum it up, I really did love you
 But it's all just the same; it's such a goddamn shame
 And this'll be the very last
 Very last cigarette
 Barefoot in worn-out Levi's
 How could I forget?
 And this'll be the very last
 Very last cigarette
 Barefoot in worn-out Levi's
 How could I forget?