Another romantic comedy hand selected by the gods that be graced
Its preset presence and morals upon me
“break rules break heads for love” it roared
Never once did it say
Smoking is bad for your health
Then maybe all of those cigarettes would
Have been in that small brown plastic bag back when
I could pretend I knew what I was doing

Hell in the form of santa ana winds
Came to me to tell me I was fired
Long before being hired
You see we’re all time travelers
At the rate of
One second per second
But there is no one to tell you
Just which direction

See my blue box got impounded
And my companion left me for another man
That’s okay
Because she never told me
Smoking is bad for your health