Morning Cigarette
Hit snooze
And repeat
Roll into my jeans, find a belt, lose a shirt
Rub by eyes and brush my teeth
Step down
And again
Find a cup, fill it up, down in three, make a tea
Take an aspirin for my head
Then I go outside and all the flowers die
Knowing that I'm never gonna be mile high
And as I'm looking down all the trees just frown
The world once filled with colour's now just grey and brown
But the one little tiny bit of solace that I get
Is the taste of a morning cigarette
As it rushes through my veins, as it reaches my brain
For a second everything's alright
When the feeling kicks in and the birds all sing
Sweet and simple melodies so that I can join in
When my fingers and my toes start to feel a sudden glow
For a second everything's alright
Smoking through the flame and drifting far away
Forget about the troubles that you'll face that day
The girl that broke your heart, the boss that made you cry
Forget about it there's one thing that you can try
Morning cigarette
Sit down
Rest your feet
Whack on the TV, Brad and Osman on repeat
Drop the toast that was on your knee (ah crumbs)
One drink
Maybe three
Then I stumble up to bed, hit the pillow with my head
Rub my eyes, try and get some sleep
But I feel so ill with the windowsill
Going round in circles it just won't sit still
And as the milkmen bing my ears they start to ring
I'm tossing and I'm yearning for that one small thing
But the one little tiny bit of solace that I get
Is the thought of a morning cigarette
Of it rushing through my veins, of it reaching my brain
For a second everything's alright
When the feeling kicks in and the birds all sing
Sweet and simple melodies so that I can join in
When my fingers and my toes start to feel a sudden glow
For a second everything's alright
Smoking through the flame and drifting far away
Forget about the troubles that you'll face that day
The girl that broke your heart, the boss that made you cry
Forget about it there's one thing that you can try
Morning cigarette
Morning cigarette
It doesn't help with your breath
But it'll help you get your head back where it should be yeah
Morning cigarette
It doesn't help with your breath
But it'll help you get your head back where it should be
And repeat
Roll into my jeans, find a belt, lose a shirt
Rub by eyes and brush my teeth
Step down
And again
Find a cup, fill it up, down in three, make a tea
Take an aspirin for my head
Then I go outside and all the flowers die
Knowing that I'm never gonna be mile high
And as I'm looking down all the trees just frown
The world once filled with colour's now just grey and brown
But the one little tiny bit of solace that I get
Is the taste of a morning cigarette
As it rushes through my veins, as it reaches my brain
For a second everything's alright
When the feeling kicks in and the birds all sing
Sweet and simple melodies so that I can join in
When my fingers and my toes start to feel a sudden glow
For a second everything's alright
Smoking through the flame and drifting far away
Forget about the troubles that you'll face that day
The girl that broke your heart, the boss that made you cry
Forget about it there's one thing that you can try
Morning cigarette
Sit down
Rest your feet
Whack on the TV, Brad and Osman on repeat
Drop the toast that was on your knee (ah crumbs)
One drink
Maybe three
Then I stumble up to bed, hit the pillow with my head
Rub my eyes, try and get some sleep
But I feel so ill with the windowsill
Going round in circles it just won't sit still
And as the milkmen bing my ears they start to ring
I'm tossing and I'm yearning for that one small thing
But the one little tiny bit of solace that I get
Is the thought of a morning cigarette
Of it rushing through my veins, of it reaching my brain
For a second everything's alright
When the feeling kicks in and the birds all sing
Sweet and simple melodies so that I can join in
When my fingers and my toes start to feel a sudden glow
For a second everything's alright
Smoking through the flame and drifting far away
Forget about the troubles that you'll face that day
The girl that broke your heart, the boss that made you cry
Forget about it there's one thing that you can try
Morning cigarette
Morning cigarette
It doesn't help with your breath
But it'll help you get your head back where it should be yeah
Morning cigarette
It doesn't help with your breath
But it'll help you get your head back where it should be
Credits
Writer(s): Joe Jenkins
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