Cigarettes
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
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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Writer(s): Eric Hidalgo, David Alfaro, Piyapat Promkul
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