Testo Cigarette

Cigarette
Hanging from her lips
A smoldering ember
Burning down to nothing

Oh no
The past left her behind
It was her blind spot She couldn't avoid it

Cigarette
Going up in smoke
Trying to become
What she couldn't

That's the way
The world turns out ok
Starving in the life café
Dreaming for another day

When the past
Leaves you cold
Bring you down Bring me home

When the past
Leaves you dry
Spit at the cold
Spit at the sky

I hope
The color we have rendered
Never leaves
Your cheeks

Cigarette
Just a blur
I never even got
Her name

Cigarette
Blessed safety net
And everything was
All the same

When the past
Leaves you cold
Bring you down
Bring me home

When the past
Leaves you dry
Spit at the cold
Spit at the sky