It's not really about the menthol
It's not really about the taste
It's the six sad sense of company
I can't help but embrace
Maybe I'm a little bit smarter
Maybe I'm a little bit too grown up
And I know my body isn't simple
It's just that I, I just don't give a fuck
It's just another bad habit
Cost me fifty bucks a week
But it's the only thing that keeps me awake
Off four hours of sleep
And I Can't stop a couple lungs out
Running through my teeth
But if something is gonna change
It should have been here by last week
But if I have to sit and wait
At least I'll have some company
I need to stop falling in love with girls I've never met
Replacing those feelings with cheap cigarettes
Every jacket I own is now covered in smoke
I can't wash it out
I can't go see my folks
It's not really about the menthol
It's not really about the taste
It's the six sad ash left smoldering
That burns right up through my face
I guess I'm really not smarter
I guess I really don't know myself
And if shit ever gets better
Please tell me just what that means
Cause now all my clothes smell like smoke
I guess I'm never clean
I need to stop falling in love with girls I've never met
Replacing those feelings with cheap cigarettes
Every jacket I own is now covered in smoke
I can't wash it out
I can't go see my folks
It's not really about the menthol
