Cigarette

You're in the parking lot

I'm in the car, it's locked

I didn't want to let you in

When did it get so forced?

Drunk by the second course

You're never gonna let me win

And I tried to hold my tongue

But you, you yanked it from my grip

Bathed it in petroleum

Lit a cigarette and gave it a kiss

Turn to the headlight glare

Cry and pretend you care

I love it when we make a scene

Something to talk about

Rather than fucking shout

Or maybe we could go to sleep

And you tried to hold your tongue

But I, I yanked it from your grip

Bathed it in petroleum

Lit a cigarette and gave you a kiss