LAST CIGARETTE

Carver Jones

Album: 8 Durasi: 3:37

This is what I'm getting

(One, two, three, four)

Last cigarette

I let it burn down to my fingers

It's hard to confess

The taste of your mouth still lingers

If luck was her friend

She'd say that she don't really need it

In both ways, I'm dead

But please say hello if you see her

And l'll love you 'til it's over

And I'll kiss you until you go back

My heart just kick, it's still sober

But I just can't watch you die

'Cause you never know when the last house is the last house

Playing so loud

They're kicking us out of the lobby

But you're doing fine

You found a good use for my body

And I'm out of cash

I spend my last dime on a habit

I can't find my way

I still see your face in the attic

I'll love you 'til it's over