Paper hats and cigarettes
Marlboro Reds and french fries
Long road trips with windows down
Let the smoke get into your eyes
Bathroom stops at old school shops
With that filter snub in your hand
One more drag and that is that
If only, wouldn’t that be grand?
Oh, no matter what, how much I try
Is it worth the tears that I spill?
See embers glow cherry-red
You know those **** things ****
I see you turn your head to
Take another poisoned draw
“I’ll be done, real soon” he says
It was his tragic flaw
For a real long while I was just a child
I could barely tie my own shoes.
But that was then and this is now
No exception and no excuse
Oh, no matter what, how much I tried
Was it worth the tears that I spilled?
See embers glowin’cherry-red
You knew those **** things killed.
Paper hats and cigarettes.
Marlboro Reds and French fries
I hope you see how I grew up
With the blackened tears I now cry
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 5:30 AM UTC
Paper hats and cigarettes
Marlboro Reds and french fries
Long road trips with windows down
Let the smoke get into your eyes
Bathroom stops at old school shops
With that filter snub in your hand
One more drag and that is that
If only, wouldn’t that be grand?
Oh, no matter what, how much I try
Is it worth the tears that I spill?
See embers glow cherry-red
You know those **** things ****
I see you turn your head to
Take another poisoned draw
“I’ll be done, real soon” he says
It was his tragic flaw
For a real long while I was just a child
I could barely tie my own shoes.
But that was then and this is now
No exception and no excuse
Oh, no matter what, how much I tried
Was it worth the tears that I spilled?
See embers glowin’cherry-red
You knew those **** things killed.
Paper hats and cigarettes.
Marlboro Reds and French fries
I hope you see how I grew up
With the blackened tears I now cry
*I officially made this one into a song. Imagine the cool, funk beats of jazz/blues. Enjoy.
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