God Released Me into the Wild and Now He's Hunting Me for Sport

I smoked my first cigarette
For the first time in eight months
Cause you were smoking cigarettes
Outside that bar on 6th street that you love
And I needed it
Because school stresses me out
And all I wanna do is sit in my room
And watch TV all afternoon

I wish I had the guts to sing your name
But I can't, no I can't
Because I am afraid that that would make it real
I should've never asked about your past

Oh well, whatever
I guess if that's what you really want then
I'll just go home instead
And I'll keep putting cigarettes out on my hands
And it's stupid to you
But at least it's cool to my friends
At least it's cool to my friends
At least I'm cool to my friends



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Taylor Bluhm
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