You're right on time
But I'd talk better with a mime
Smoke your cigarette and cough away the years
Yours are the driest tears
Please come from those on their knees
Smoke your cigarettes and shoot the breeze
Look at the world like a decaying work of art
You keep your feelings bottled up thinking that others will just corrupt you
All warped up in diamond cloth
Ready for whatever
Fight against a disembodied enemy
Smoke your cigarette and remind yourself your better than us all
It's ok we are about to fall
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
You're right on time
But I'd talk better with a mime
Smoke your cigarette and cough away the years
Yours are the driest tears
Please come from those on their knees
Smoke your cigarettes and shoot the breeze
Look at the world like a decaying work of art
You keep your feelings bottled up thinking that others will just corrupt you
All warped up in diamond cloth
Ready for whatever
Fight against a disembodied enemy
Smoke your cigarette and remind yourself your better than us all
It's ok we are about to fall
