You remind me of cigarettes The way I hold you in my chest The way you kiss me with your filter breath And I keep thinking I’m getting over this.
Once you had me, you don’t have me anymore. I don’t crave you in the morning or at the company store. I don’t use you to escape, and my fingers out the door. Once you had me, you don’t have me anymore.
But, honey, you’re smooth
You don’t make me cool And I can carry on fine without you You’re a spirit, and you can’t be beat But when I’m jonesin’ Honey, I’d buy cheap
I believe nowhere is a better place to be Than not knowing where you’re going now. I said education is a better state of mind, But I’d trade all my books to find a home. If I made bets on a better time, I’d lose my money every single dime. I believe moss on a rolling stone Is better than the rust that’s growing on my home.
'Cause it eats at me sometimes.
The more you struggle, More you fight it, More it clings to you at night. The more you wonder, More you dream, The more you pray it starts to die. And it does, Though it kicks you in the side. Yes it does. Though it takes a little time.