The weekend song is playing
As I lay in bed spinning
It's the coldest night
In the hottest country
So cold as the memories of you that  hunt me
You are perfect
And I want you
And I'm smoking this last cigarette
Cause you smoked one too
It doesn't look that pretty in my hand
As it looked on you
The veins on the back of your arm riding my sight
To you perfect hand bone structure
To the tip of the cigarette light
That burned so bright
As I inhaled your addiction
But now I'm just inhaling tobacco
I don't need it
And I don't need you
It's deadly
And your deadly
But sadly
I don't listen to me
And my life is so contradictory
Cause I don't want to think about you
But this cold breeze is perfect for the thought of you