Cheap Smokes (And Thirty Years)

I take a breath, but what can I say?
I let the time just roll on by
Take it back to California
You thought you'd catch her, but you were stuck in the rye
The silhouette's in a plastic bottle
But have I been here before?
The picture's clear, but the colors are mottled
Is the guilt just my decor?

But wait, what did you say?
Was it to worship or to occult?
Where did you go on the judgement day
Did you rise or fall and sulk?
I can't seem to shake this feeling your moral has started to bleed
Speaking words, but was she lying?
You only see what you're wanting to see

And all the condescending
I hope you're doing okays
The charges are impending
Requesting more delays
A joyous gleeful ending
Or debilitating fears?
The doctor's recommending
Cheap smokes, and thirty years

No more opinion discretion
But maybe words don't come out right
Your charity since it's inception manipulates with fear in delight
Attenuate your kindred spirits
Or be forsaken by the herd
The tendencies that I exhibit just can't be deterred

And all the condescending
I hope you're doing okays
The charges are impending
Requesting more delays
A joyous gleeful ending
Or debilitating fears?
The doctor's recommending
Cheap smokes, and thirty years