Smoke Breaks

I never take smoke breaks I could but I don't, I could but I don't 'cause I know There's a smoker inside of me somewhere And I don't wanna let him out So I catch myself glancing From the backseat On the trip home to Plymouth from Lansing At the pack you keep in the cupholder Bought some Marlboro Reds for my 18th birthday And I smoked a couple, only a couple, and gave the rest away 'Cause I don't wanna think that it's already too late So I never take smoke breaks I know that they'll get me, yeah, one day You'll pull into this parking lot to the sight of me puffing away Into the second half of the second pack that day And I know what you'll say "Hey, Marco, since when were you a smoker?" Since the day I gave up and decided to fuck myself over And it's more a question of when than a question of if Since that night you hopped out of my car Left behind your American Spirits And I keep a lighter in my pocket at all times 'cause Never know when you'll need one Never know when you'll need one Hey, Marco, since when were you a smoker? Since the day I gave up and decided to fuck myself over Fuck myself over