The Cigarette Song

I am a cigarette In the front pocket Of your leather jacket And my life feels stagnant, No matter how far you carry me. I murdered my parents And all of my friends; It becomes quite apparent That my life will end With my head bashed in and bleeding, Crushed beneath your boot heel. We stand on the levee And my heart feels heavy. Fuck, this isn't healthy, Your hand is so heavy. I wish we would both fit on my bike, But there's just room for one I ride off to the sun- Set, gun on my hip And my brain is a train Set: nothing is real, But it runs nonetheless. And I am a cigarette In the front pocket Of your leather jacket And my life feels stagnant No matter how fast We drive down the seventeen