and I need my cigarettes when I write your novelettes
everybody knows it's you
it's the same thing every time pine and pray for your six nine
it's the same thing anyway
and I need one single truth cashin in your kissing booth
dream and doubt the day away today
oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
everybody blows it too
hypnotizing me this long
it's comin on strong
so long baby yes i'm gone (verse 2)
could you be my wonder drug? could I be the one you dug?
it's the same trip anytime, I can't see your sweet sublime
but it never really helps at all, you're still perfect on my wall and I need more cigarettes to fill up my confidence