Smoking Section

Sometimes I sit in the smoking section
Hoping one rogue spark will land in my direction
And when you stomp me out, I scream and I shout
Let it happen, let it happen, let it happen

Sometimes I feel like an inland ocean
Too big to be a lake, too small to be an attraction
And when you wander in and start to flail a bit
I let it happen, let it happen, let it happen

Sometimes I stand with a pistol in hand
I fire at the grass just to scare you right back
And when you won't run, I'm mad but I succumb
I let it happen, let it happen, let it happen

Sometimes I go to edge of my roof
And I think I'll jump just to punish you
And if I should float on the taxis below
No one would notice, no one would know

And then I think,
What could be better than love, than love, than love?
And then I think,
What could be better than love, than love, than love?

It's not the end



Credits
Writer(s): St. Vincent
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