Cigarettes

Chorus

White smoke rising up to the moon

(To the moon)

Silver pack hidden inside my shoe

(In my shoe)

Burnt out filter

Burnt out afternoon

Everything turning gray way too soon

Verse 1

Ten years since I started

Now my lungs feel weighted and old

Matchstick strikes against the dark

I buy another pack at the kiosk on the corner

Walking past the bakery

Feeling like a stranger in my own hometown

Pre-Chorus

It is a bad habit

It is a slow poison

It is my only friend right now

Chorus

White smoke rising up to the moon

(To the moon)

Silver pack hidden inside my shoe

(In my shoe)

Burnt out filter

Burnt out afternoon

Everything turning gray way too soon

Post-Chorus

Watching it fade

Watching it fade

Watching it fade

Verse 2

Coughing in the cold air

Ash drops on the sleeve of my jacket

Looking for a reason to quit

But the cravings are screaming louder than my logic

Breath smells like a forest fire

Waiting for the bus at five a.m.

Pre-Chorus

It is a bad habit

It is a slow poison

It is my only friend right now

Chorus

White smoke rising up to the moon

(To the moon)

Silver pack hidden inside my shoe

(In my shoe)

Burnt out filter

Burnt out afternoon

Everything turning gray way too soon

Bridge

Light it up again

Blow it out

Check the pocket for the change

Put the habit on a chain

Drag it

Hold it

Let it go

Chorus

White smoke rising up to the moon

(To the moon)

Silver pack hidden inside my shoe

(In my shoe)

Burnt out filter

Burnt out afternoon

Everything turning gray way too soon