Could you pass me those cigarettes,
So I can smoke this pain away,
My death is seen well preset,
There should be no delay.

Drown my thoughts with your flame,
I think I'm the one to blame,
To you I brought upon shame,
And this was just a little game.

Cut my bleeding heart in two,
Your name written on it like tattoo,
We feels like a long lost deja vu,
And now my lungs are imbue.

All of these calm waves tonight,
I'd tell myself it'll be alright,
All I'll have to do is close my eyes,
And bid the world goodbye.