Smoke Cigarettes

Smoke Cigarettes - Slowride

Spend the night alone inside a Sunday suit

Kill a living friend over an upscale look

It's hard to give a hand when I've got only two

Don't look now or you'll see me under

With a dirty face I try to smile my teeth

It's hard to make it work cause I can barely breathe

I think it's there but I know a little less than I think

And you came through with a likely number

We take

What we want

It don't matter

Where it's from

We're two of a kind

And I love you in my mind

We take

What we want

It don't matter

Where it's from

We're two of a kind

And I love you in my mind