I've got songs that remind me
of you on repeat
and a half bottle of stolen *****.

This is what my life has turned into:

Tear stained pillows
and lying to my friends.


I knew you were trouble
and so did everyone else in
the ******* world,
but I just had to taste you.

I now know how Eve went about
eating the forbidden fruit.
She just wanted a taste,
a little bite wouldn't hurt anybody.
But nibble after nibble the fruit was gone
and all that was left was a rotten aftertaste
of regret and cigarettes.