Lyrics: Colours Run. Sketches. You-Centric Song.

Sing the story back to me
So I can know my end
And taste the flavours danger filled
Falling from your hands
Falling from your hands
I'm slipping away, and I don't know
The rest of my life was years ago
It leaves you when you lose the glow
Of love and cigarettes

I'm slipping away, and I don't mind
The best of my life is far behind
And so, you take your wage
Trade all that you can find
For love and cigarettes

Is this another you-centric song
To keep you warm when winter comes
I've got a demographic
How could it go wrong
Frail toxin boy playing in the sun

You're holding my hand, but I'm not there
The rest of my life was leading me nowhere
Nowhere
And all I found were a thousand lines of care
And love
And cigarettes
Love and cigaretts
So take all that you need
But baby, don't forget
Love and cigarettes