and I need my cigarettes, when I write your novelettes
it抯 the same thing every time, pine and pray for your six-nine
and I need one single truth cashin in your kissing booth
it抯 the same thing anyway
dream and doubt the day away today
everybody knows it抯 you
everybody blows it too
oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
it抯 comin on strong
hypnotizing me this long
so long baby, yes i抦 gone (verse 2)
could you be my wonder drug? could I be the one you dug?
it抯 the same trip anytime, I can抰 see your sweet sublime
and I need more cigarettes to fill up my confidence
but it never really helps at all, you抮e still perfect on my wall