Cigarette
Is it any wonder I got old before your eyes?
As supernatural a blunder as the gray October skies
But stop right there
This isn't just a love affair
I don't have a bag to pack or a thing to put inside
And I just want a cigarette
I just want a beer
I just wanna get away
To where the air is clear
And the leaves are turning fast
My will is dying with the grass
And I hope when I get home that you're still here
Every dirty little secret is waiting in the corner at home
My life is in the middle of a porno and Broadway show
Stop right there
This isn't just a love affair
I don't have a bag to pack but my hands won't come back bare
And I just want a cigarette
I just want a beer
I just wanna get away
Where the air is clear
And the leaves are turning fast
My will is dying with the grass
And I hope when I get home that you're still
I can see the river and it burns
Will it ever wash away the germs?
So call again, call again
Call me up again
My machine will say one day I'm sorry I'm not home
I just want a cigarette
I just want a beer
I just wanna get away
To where the air is clear
And the leaves are turning fast
My will is dying with the grass
And I hope when I get home that you're still here
Oh woah
Oh, Oh, Oh
As supernatural a blunder as the gray October skies
But stop right there
This isn't just a love affair
I don't have a bag to pack or a thing to put inside
And I just want a cigarette
I just want a beer
I just wanna get away
To where the air is clear
And the leaves are turning fast
My will is dying with the grass
And I hope when I get home that you're still here
Every dirty little secret is waiting in the corner at home
My life is in the middle of a porno and Broadway show
Stop right there
This isn't just a love affair
I don't have a bag to pack but my hands won't come back bare
And I just want a cigarette
I just want a beer
I just wanna get away
Where the air is clear
And the leaves are turning fast
My will is dying with the grass
And I hope when I get home that you're still
I can see the river and it burns
Will it ever wash away the germs?
So call again, call again
Call me up again
My machine will say one day I'm sorry I'm not home
I just want a cigarette
I just want a beer
I just wanna get away
To where the air is clear
And the leaves are turning fast
My will is dying with the grass
And I hope when I get home that you're still here
Oh woah
Oh, Oh, Oh
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Doyle, Timothy Monea, Nathaniel Monea, Adam Orin
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