Last Spark Left

Verse 1

Empty packs of white grape sweets

Scattered across the sticky plastic seats

Counted four brown tips burned down low

Way past the point of being a show

Stuck to the bottom of the ceramic tray

Leftovers from the long heat of the day

Flick the light

Search for the fire

Pre-Chorus

Just one hit to clear my mind

Just one spark I need to find

Sorting through the gray and black

Trying to get my spirit back

Chorus

Joint roaches in my ashtray

Trying to make it through the day

Joint roaches in my ashtray

Smoking all the stress away

Roaches in the tray

Roaches in the tray

Burn it down

Burn it down

Verse 2

Stained glass reflects the sinking orange sun

Thinking about every little thing I have done

Little paper cylinders bent out of shape

Searching for the easiest way to escape

Small stubs sitting in the dusty pile

Haven't felt a real buzz in quite a while

Digging deep

Nothing but ash

Pre-Chorus

Just one hit to clear my mind

Just one spark I need to find

Sorting through the gray and black

Trying to get my spirit back

Chorus

Joint roaches in my ashtray

Trying to make it through the day

Joint roaches in my ashtray

Smoking all the stress away

Roaches in the tray

Roaches in the tray

Burn it down

Burn it down

Bridge

Pinch the end and feel the sting

Hear the telephone start to ring

Toss the matches

Find the heat

Leftover magic

Bittersweet

Chorus

Joint roaches in my ashtray

Trying to make it through the day

Joint roaches in my ashtray

Smoking all the stress away

Roaches in the tray

Roaches in the tray

Burn it down

Burn it down